It's not quite Cardiff; it's certainly not London, and the coffee is shit.
Still. No one has tried to kill me, yet, and the world is not ending.
I think I could possibly get used to this place.
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We now have an actual coffee maker. I am not sure what the strange cracked kettle on the far wall was intended for, but it has
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