Oh dear. Having to practice my room fixing skills again this year. Didn't mind when I was paying £52 a week, but for £80 a week this prison cell is a bit much. Had to do some D.I.Y. draft-proofing, because apparently its a good idea to put a weird cupboard that backs onto the outside of the house and has no insulation next to a bed, so all night a freezing breeze blows over your face. Nice one! Anyway, the sheet from toga night in first year is doing a decent job now at fixing the shoddy workmanship this house is full of.
Had my first Christmas dinner of the season yesterday, next one on Thursday. Good times. Would like to be at home now, got hardly any more desire to work left. Not good when theres still a week to go and plenty to be done. Ah well. Also have the distraction of what the hell I'm going to be doing next year to worry about. All the stuff I'm interested in doesn't start happening til after Christmas though, so plenty of thinking and not a lot of action on the horizon which is never good.
Come on holidays!
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