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... Weekender, which is tomorrow, because it is an all-hands-on-deck day and quite crazy. I am determined to be as helpful as possible this year, because last year I set my alarm clock wrong and slept through the entire Weekender, so I am redeeming myself this year. I've already hired myself out to the ADs to help with set up for the fashion show tomorrow night since I get off shift at 4PM.
After the meeting I "flexed-out" and immediately went to ...
... stores but none of them sell towels. For whatever reason, I assumed towels would be provided and I also assumed that, even if they weren't it would be a simple matter to pop into a store and buy one. It's not a simple matter. This is my third day drying off with an extra bed sheet.
P.S. You may have noticed my conscious attempt to incorporate very British language into my writing. Its an awkward work in progress.
... with this; it's just my life as it was before we left except my room is a bit dustier, I've got a bit more post to open and I am most definitely poorer. I miss meeting people everyday. I miss those five minute friendships. I miss all those bloody churches. Even the generic man-on-horse statues. I miss something different, somewhere different. But mostly from all those wonderful places we're experienced to the interesting people we've ...
... gone to the rescue of a young student who had an epileptic fit and we went back to the house where the housemates were all gathering. What a lovely bunch! We had met Eva that morning and now also met Josh, Libby and Alice. We were also joined by Ingrid and Clive. Kary and Chip jointly produced a lovely meal laced with lively conversation and much laughter. Chip then took Kathryn to catch a bus to Ioanna's and we all turned in, with Chip sleeping on the couch ...
... at a premium and we were forced to drive up a hill on the edge of the village and park in a hotel parking lot. A sign warned that parking was restricted to customers so we bought drinks before heading off down the hill to explore the village.
Late in the afternoon we returned to Oxford where Margaret discovered that she had apparently left a bag of purchases at the Duke of Wellington pub in Bourton-on-the-Water. She was most disconsolate as the bag contained some ...