Is it because I never went ...?

... that I find staying in student accommodation amusing? It might have been less so had it been term-time, since at this point in the year the place was practically deserted. Despite (or perhaps because of?) that, I was in a flat with two other people. For several days, we thought there were just two of us, me and a new doctor of some kind of science named Elaine, but toward the end of the week we discovered there was a guy in the end room - he never came out when we were there, and we never heard him. At all. I think he may have been a robot - he didn't cough, snore, scrape his chair along the floor, go to the bathroom ... perhaps he was so shy he didn't dare come out when there were two ladies present.

At any rate, the room was a reasonable size and had a lovely view of one of Luton's many flyovers, meaning I had to be careful to pull the curtains before adjusting my clothing. The adjacent bathroom had no window, but was reasonably large. Of course it had no bath, merely a shower with a showerhead that didn't want to stay upright, making having a shower an interesting experience. Also the ceiling had come in at some point, probably because the shower in the room above had flooded.

The bed was a single, of course. The mattress had a covering of plastic, which meant the sheet slipped off at regular intervals. Note to self: if going again, take four large safety pins.

I didn't get as much work done in the flat as I'd hoped, largely because I spent half the time talking to Elaine and some of the rest reading books 2 and 3 the Jim Butcher 'Dresden' series. These are great, by the way, since it's quite possible to imagine your favourite star in the lead role. Also he's done the Sidhe fairly well, which is unusual!! Hm, yes, work - well, I got a bit of reading done, at any rate. I got the laptop out to work on the essay one night, played several games of Taipei, half an hour of Dungeon Siege I and then put it away again!

The week was the usual mix of lectures from our professor and anybody else he could rope in, we got lots of stuff on methodology this time including tours of SPSS and Atlas. This led to me making a note to google for Nudist, at which point Andy, reading over my shoulder, suggested this might not get me quite what I was looking for (the software, which we think is actually Nud*st, or something like that!).

Thursday night we went over to Kim's place for a Thai meal, which she had cooked. Food was fab, I was relatively sober, several of the others were quite the opposite, and a couple of people I'm not sure about. I mean, one of them may well have been pretending to be drunker than he was, and one I didn't see drink very much and she did seem to be holding up better than others. Hopefully Kim's neighbours are still talking to her after the loud, decidedly 0ff-key karioke, not from my end of the table I hasten to add - and I didn't join in the football in the garden, either. After a few moments watching five drunk adults kicking the ball around, Kim's 9 year old son said, "I think I'll be referree."

Said son is into Dr Who so I asked him who he thought would win - the Daleks or the Cybermen. He looked thoughtful. "The humans," he said. And he was quite right :-) Hey, Mythic - we were right about the ending!!!

An enjoyable week, but still very glad to get home to Phoebesmum's cooking, and my own bed :-)