De laatste der Mohicanen

The kitchen has never been so clear and clean (most of the credit going to R.). I have cleared out the fridge... God knows what magic R. conducted for the dirty dishes... I can finally see the bottom of my hob again (conclusion: custard is still my major culinary weakness) after applying a knife and some force for an extended period of time. The laundry is on its way. We are packing. (At UC we would at this moment see two rooms with two open doors and two stereos playing loud clean- and pack-music. Unfortunately this wonderful semi-annual communal experience is unknown at Lafrowda, as our rooms are separated by a narrow curved corridor including firedoors.) In other words: flat 2c is nearly ready for Christmas!

Also, my fourth essay has been finished completely yesterday afternoon. Two more to go: starting today. (This is the Exeter exchange student system: you don't have to do the exams in June, but instead you write a double amount of essays, i.e. two papers for each course.) And I am getting the hang of it: it seems that every next essay takes me one day less. At the moment I am at a quotum of a thousand words a day (that is: revised and 'scientifically sound'). Which means... that my last UC-essay will actually yield me an extra day! According to wonderland logic that is: see the Gryphon's explanation on why lessons are called "lessons": "because they lessen from day to day" i.e. they take an hour less every day.