Blinked and Missed It

Stuffing my face with Jaffa Cakes I looked back over what should've been a very easy day. In fact it was easy, but for some reason it felt a lot more work than it actually was. It was probably due to my distinct lack of sleep, between shouting party-goers and my small, hard-as-a-plank-of-wood bed it wasn't a night I'd enjoy on a regular basis.

It began with a frankly late start to my morning, crawling into University, trying to find the lecture room where I was supposed to register for the local NHS surgery. When I found it, it all went pretty well, except when on the phone to my Mother to ask the name of my Cambridge Surgery, I turned away and then turned back to see my form had disappeared into the pile of complete forms. After a minute or two of uhm-ing an ahh-ing and my Mother wondering what on earth I was doing, my form was retrieved and completed.

The rest of the morning was full of nothing, despite the comfiness of the sofas in the Student Union bar I managed to keep myself awake. The briefing for tomorrow's field trip was vague at best, though the paperwork they gave us pretty much detailed it all anyway. It was an activity intended to get us used to going out in the field on a "Breaking, Hard News Story" which is anything that's actually important, so not a cat up a tree, and not some celebrity broke a nail and hasn't stopped crying about it since. The scenario sounded quite outlandish, a gun fight at a Gas Depot at the docks. Sounds like I'm now living in urban America.

Getting home I didn't get long to sit down before I was bowled over by the fire alarm. Though apparently I would've burnt to death because I took so long, I was chivalrous and waited for the last member of my flat who was struggling with her keys. I think the woman lecturing us failed to notice the flat on the second floor who were all peering out of the window at her yelling, and the guy on the third floor who looked like he hadn't even bothered to move from his desk. I mean, one guy actually got out of the shower and pulled clothes on and managed to get down at the same time as me. Sometimes I think people don't make enough effort.

Considering the interesting events of my day all but over, I leave you there. My sister goes to an awards ceremony tonight to be presented with...a book. Which she bought. With a book token she was given as an award. It's strange what kind of awards you get these days.


-Ross