Day.. er..

Didn't post yesterday as even though I was home at a reasonable hour, my effing computer had gone and switched itself into 'unresponsive' mode. I wonder if it's going through some hormonal issues at the moment or something because it is behaving not unlike a fifteen year old. Hopefully it'll grow out of it soon. It is quite old, bless it. Maybe it has Alzheimer's. 


Yesterday was the day of The Protest - the Wilberforce Academy (umbrella organisation under which Christian Concern shelters) conference guests were all arriving. College was basically on lockdown, much to the chagrin of Paul the Porter, since nothing particularly riotous or exciting was happening. On the few occasions I interacted with anyone, it all seemed very peaceful and good-natured. Which is nice. What's less nice is how the guests are literally EVERYWHERE. There are unbelievable numbers of them. There are so many, in fact, that some are staying on Staircase 9, where we at least hoped that we would be safe, since it's normally considered too grotty to host guests. Alas no. Jess texted me in high dudgeon yesterday evening to say one had come and knocked on her door - she's on a corridor with one either side of her and no other college people. More than one person has said they are a noisy bunch and that they don't seem to have gathered that they are sharing the premises with students. Grrrr. Andrew has also said some of them are fit. I suppose that would be one way to ensure they don't come back next year... being preyed on by a lascivious German finalist. 


I also ate the tastiest macaroons in the history of ever yesterday from the chocolate fair. SO GOOD. And then I went back to the fair later with Rachel and we had churros and chocolate. I also met the new boyf. Based on our brief interaction, he seems nice. He is taller than Rach so that is definitely a start. 


I went to Stapes for a bbq yesterday evening - the garden there is so pleasing. Also so nice to have a bbq in March. Granted it was a bit on the chilly side by 8pm but we were determined to enjoy ourselves and we only went inside so that other people could bbq after us. Dan started improvising songs. They were pretty hilarious. It's good to be back on friendly terms again. After we left, I took a detour to Exeter House to nab a cup of tea courtesy of Tom and Adam and also to pick up a recipe book I had left there. I left the kitchen for under five minutes and on my return, made suspicious by the giggling and door-slamming, I checked my handbag. It was full of dried pasta. Hi-larious. I threw it at them, in the best traditions of a woman who knows how to keep her cool and respond elegantly to any situation. 


Today I have mostly been in the library. I'm actually writing this from the library now. It's 8.40pm. ARGH. I think it's my home time. I am undecided as to whether to watch an episode of I, Claudius. Given that I'm now doing that period of Roman history, it might feel a little bit too much like revision. Hmmm.