Parté!

There was a party with mulled wine and mince pies and chocolate and musics. And there were all the QMUL people I love the most, except people called Ally, as both of them were elsewhere. There were my cool flatmates and the cool other flat people and a Swiss guy I liked and also a Bradford guy I liked and I was happy.

I drank too much, but this made me smiley and happy. And then I cleaned their kitchen for them. It's all tidy now. And I was sleepy and bouncy in alternating thingies.

Words are hard when you've had lots of mulled wine.

I'm going to bed now cos I'm tired. But it's good I'm happy cos I was grumpy earlier and that was less fun. Now I just feel loved and loving.

Human apathy

The apathy of human beings is sometimes astounding.

As this is a student residence, the occupancy changes every year. This means that about 50% of the post arriving here isn't actually for the current residents of the accommodation. Most of the flats just throw this post into a crate that's left next to the postboxes. Where it accumulates for months and months.

I've been getting the stuff for our flat that's not for any of the current occupants and writing, "NOT AT THIS ADDRESS. PLEASE RETURN TO SENDER," in large letters on the front, then popping it back in the postbox. You'd think some of these people might actually care that their bank statements weren't reaching them, wouldn't you?

In any case, there are also some people who throw any post into the crate, including that for people currently living here. It gets lost in this soup of mailshots, duplicate voter registration forms, TV license notices and local free papers, and probably a fair bit of important mail is lost completely this way.

I decided I'd had enough, so sat down with the crate and organised all the mail into piles by flat. Except two former residents, who had accumulated so much lost mail that I gave each of them their own pile! The crate now has roughly organised piles for each flat. Hopefully, someone might find something for them that they wouldn't otherwise had got.

Of course, I don't hold out much hope of this state of organisation persisting longer than a week. But it's nice while it lasts.