Remember remember the 5th of November...
Living in my flat is becoming an adventure, though not necessarily in a good way. Sure, the location we're in is beautiful and within walking distance of several great pubs, museums and the supermarket and laundromat. But my God, if there was ever a flat that could screw you the way ours has screwed us...
When I moved in, sure, there were some issues. The water to this day has yet to find a happy meduim temperature wise, making showering a fun little challenge in itself. For the first month at least, we kept losing power in the kitchen, spoiling all the food in the fridge and making it impossible to cook. And not long after that was fixed, the ceiling there began to leak. Luckily that stopped....when the whole friggin ceiling collapsed in above the oven.
And then things were fixed and fine for a while. That ended this Sunday when around midnight the carbon monoxide detector in our room started to beep non-stop. To be on the safe side, my roomates and I were moved to Sorbonne, another flat nearby. This morning they told us it was all ok and we moved back in. I'm still alive, so I guess its true. But still, bravo Lexham gardens on finding new and exciting ways to make our lives thrilling.
Today is Guy Fawkes Day, but I'm bypassing fireworks tonight so I can read Nietzsche and lead a discussion on him in philosophy tomorrow. But obviously I'm doing a pretty good job right now of avoiding that. And I can hear the fireworks outside now...damn. I saw them this weekend, but still....no offense Nietzsche, but my mind is elsewhere.
Remember remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason
why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.