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my kitchen: the highlight of my flat

This will be a post light on fabulous goings about town, and heavy on creating an image of my new life and everyday sights. Apologies! But life is very busy just staying here in Canterbury during the week. In a spirit of embracing all university has to offer me, I've joined five societies (translation:clubs) and almost every night of the week I have some obligation or another. But the word "obligation" has a tedious, monotonous, and misleading ring to it. I'm still bright-eyed and bushy tailed, and probably endlessly irritating. (I look forward to re-reading this post a few months from now and groaning.)

my room: quite clean, for now

I love the yellow wall, which is currently pathetically blank save for its cheery colo(u)r. But I'll soon remedy that. The radiator, which is just visible behind my slick roll-y chair, only works at odd hours, or whenever reception decides to turn on the gas. But when it is functioning-oh, what delightful times we have! I turn it on to "MAX" and press my cold body flat against it. I recently noticed that after a snuggle session, I had red marks all over my back. I won't go so far as to characterize them as "burns", as such, since that would be a disservice to the amount of pleasure singing my flesh gives me on those chilly days. 

Lord of all she surveys

Here's a fairly typical view from my window. In certain moods, I actually enjoy the rain-streaked ambiance the weather lends to my room, although the view from the kitchen is much nicer. Actually, the kitchen is nearly flawless. Have I rhapsodized about that kitchen yet?

nice, innit?

And I'll leave you with a look at the last sunny day I can remember. Students make pilgrimages to this hallowed lawn on those rare and most holy of days: the nice ones. I'd like to make a subtle joke here about modern day pilgrimages and Chaucer, but I'm afraid it would fall short. I'll leave that to you.