Ladies and Gentlespoons, I had hoped that I would be too busy like, talking to my family and being welcomed home n'shit to blog to you all today, but alas, this is not the case. I am sat on my bed in my room. My brother is sat at his computer in his room. My father is sat at his computer in the kitchen. And my mother is bustling about in a grump because no-one is capable of doing anything without full written instructions, and she has a poorly horse. (My sister has gone to bed, so, y'know, that's ok).
I spent the morning in the library - got there at 8.45, a PB. I feel like I haven't actually done that much of use but I have done a lot of consolidating, and tbh I'm not toooo worried about my Roman history. I think I can devote a bit of time to it in Trinity and really nail it then. I do really need to look at Caesar though. Hmmmm. Becky turned up and we had a whispered angry conversation about Christian Concern and how we disagree with them. They were making video testimonials all day today. I find it quite upsetting that there are going to be sweeping shots of college and so on in these things. They make it look like the place is theirs when it isn't. Ugh. There's a 'diversity' party happening tonight in the MCR but as Andrew said, it's a bit of a joke - people are turning up to support the cause now that's its become a drinking opportunity, but when it was meetings, and when it counted, nobody gave two flying rats' arses.
Apparently the Rector was in Japan recently when a sign blew down in the wind and fell across her face, taking the tip of her nose off. Now that's sad and I hope she is all right, but I am choosing to consider this karmically significant and I feel vindicated. Here endeth *that* lesson.
Had a beautiful sunny lunch on the quad with Andrew, Adam and Jean-Michel, who has turned up just in time for me to go away. Adam bought Ben + Jerry's (HALF PRICE WIN) which made it even better. Also I deliberately sat on the floor and in the way so the Christians would have to walk round me to get to lunch. Small gestures.
I managed to make myself stay in the library til about half 2, and then I packed up my stuff and lugged my (enormous) suitcase to Gloucester Green. 3+ hours on the X5 (and a bit of tomfoolery from my inept but lovable -mostly- brother) later, I arrived home. More tomfoolery and ineptitude was in evidence and we didn't eat til nearly 8pm. The day was saved because when we did eat, it was fishballs. YES.
Typically, there was no duvet on my bed. I mean, I know I have taken my duvet to Ox. But we do have spares, and I did remind my mum several days ago. Her reasoning was that she had planned to sort it out yesterday but then her horse had got ill so she had to go straight out, and she forgot to tell the boys to do it today because she was running late, and they are too useless to think of it themselves. Oh, and she was out this evening because she had to go see her horse and then go to a lecture on horses. And then *I* get into trouble because I took both my duvet covers to Oxford with me, so I can, you know, wash them and stuff, but I only own two and therefore *another one, good lord, how is that reasonable* has to be found and that's somehow my fault. Anyway. It's all sorted now. But what a bloody palaver. It is sad and stressful that horsey is ill. But I have only come home for a bit, my parents are going to be away for most of it, and I would like some attention, please. Please?
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