Boozy stole my bed

I arrived at the house for the first time last night and was horrified to discover that the highlight of my bedroom, (a nice sturdy metal frame bed) had mysteriously decided to teleport itself 2 metres across the hallway and into Boozy's bedroom. Even more mysteriously, the slightly shabby looking mattress that used to adorn my magnificent bed had remained in place, but was now supported by a dated box that looks and feels like it was designed and made by myself in Mrs Finch's year 9 home economics class. Interestingly enough, the stylish mattress in Boozy's room has remained in place, (although of course now supported by a very stylish bed).

Now to be fair to Boozy, I can see that there may be a very good reason why she would prefer this bed... reasons which are probably not suitable to mention here! So I am left with a bit of a dilemma. Should I:

1. Take my bed back and keep it hostage until some sort of deal can be made.
2. Be a gentleman and not respond to her acts of theft, (but keep a careful eye on my cheese in the fridge from now on)
   
3. Reach a compromise, and just take the mattress from her room, letting her keep the bed.

Embracing the spirit of web 2.0, I will welcome your comments and suggestions on this problem and will be soon adding a poll to the website to help inform my decision.

The House

The gossip of the moment seems to be the recent room ballot, and so it should be; the process was suitably mathematical involving coin tossing and the mention of dice. The downstairs rooms were simple and did not require a diagram; Sparky took the largest room downstairs and Eden the back extension room as his study. So, the upstairs rooms were left to fight over. The diagram to the left shows the final solution, and at this stage I should note that this diagram is not to scale.

The summer is ahead of us, and for all of us that means an excessive amount of money will be leaving our bank accounts every month. We will all return in October for the next academic year to begin, filled with hardcore library sessions, project supervisions and naked Thursdays, but I'm sure there'll be more about that later!

Signing out...

The adventure begins!

These are the rules of the blog:

Rule #1: There is no blog.
Rule #2: No poofters!
Rule #3: No names.
Rule #4: No poofters!
Rule #5: There is no rule 5
Rule #6: No poofters!

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We selected rooms today. I did surprisingly well. Number 6 did less well having been relegated to the sheds. There were rumours of some argy-bargy between Chuck and Boozy about the room ballot, but these were swiftly quashed. After an emergency negotiation session (in the bar) all was well. Unfortunately the Engineer was too busy getting his yearly dose of culture, but he was probably too drunk to remember what it was.

In other news, project choices are in with me and Armstrong on the same project! Unfortunately Supervisors #1 and #2 were not present for this joyous occasion; hopefully not a trend that will continue.

And finally, Eden is graduating at the end of this year marking the end of an era. Fortunately, Durham will be graced with his presence next year; although whether the Inland Revenue is aware of this fact is a different matter.

One small thing the reader may want to be aware of is that we are limiting the number of posts* we are making in order to avoid the inevitable "post war".

*Actual numbers may vary.