Yesterday I had to go down two floors from my office to find a free loo due to the long queues of undergrads in coat labs queuing to get ready for the 'wee practical'. Yep, they wee in cups and the analyse each other's wee.
I wonder if that's funnier than the email from the student who'd missed a lecture whose excuse was she'd been on a three day religious fast, and the only thing she could do before passing out was crawling to her emergency honey and have a spoonful of it...
Working in a university can be kind of funny sometimes.
And now Decor8, i.e. one of the better known interior decoration blogs out there, posted photos of our flat. This is awesome!
I have recently signed up to StyleRoom and uploaded a few photos of my flat. It's a pretty cool website, and I'm thinking I might make a post asking for advice re: a new sofa, since ours is slowly dying (creaking away every time we sit down). Right now I'm thinking the Charlie sofa from Sofa Workshop, but I really don't have the money right now so it'll have to wait. On the other hand, I do have the money for a Louis Ghost chair, which I ordered yesterday. I can't wait to get it delivered! For one, it's going to be SO much more comfortable than the current Ikea chair we have, which was never meant to be a desk chair. I decided to stick to black though, as I've discovered more and more I love to have a white/black canvas with lots of colour accents in-between.
Now, two things that have made me happy lately. After my post on StyleRoom, I was featured on decorology, and interior design/decorating blog. So thanks Ashley for that!
The other thing was getting a message from an ex-coursemate from my course in Oxford, complimenting me on the Oxfam report I helped write, and how it's actually made a change - which according to N, seems to be a pretty unusual consequence among Development Studies folks... It was a great feeling to know the report I put so much work into is actually read/appreciated!
Lastly, today I was in London for a Med School Fair, which was per se fairly uninteresting (especially as very few people turned up!), but as I sat outside St Barts Hospital I fell in love with London all over again. I was reminded of a great post by an Italian girl living in London (which I cannot link to as it is a private post on Livejournal!), about how the beauty of London does not lie in its cultural richness, its pretty tree-lined streets, its elegance, but is rather a consequence of its hardness and its grubbiness and its dirtiness. Wherever I end up, I am utterly convinced London will always hold a very special place in my heart because it feels MINE and it feels like HOME like no other place ever has. Not even Oxford.
