Crewe

Am feeling fairly refreshed after a week off, during which many of you will know that I attempted a full thickness skin graft on my thumb using a cheese grater, whilst cooking for Mr C for the first time Ever. I am now based in beautiful Cheshire, amongst rolling fields and winding country lanes. Which would all be utterly fabulous, if it wasn't for the dreadful problems I had with my room.

Upon arriving in Crewe, at the customary hour of midnight, I was greeted by my new flatmate, Tim. As in male. Obviously, being a modest Muslim female, I was a bit dismayed, (as, you may imagine, was Pops). However, there was nothing much to be done - the night was young, but not that young, so I put up and shut up. The flat was nice by the way, newly fitted everything and clean to boot. The next morning, I attempted to create a kerfuffle in the Accommodation Office, only to be told that the manager was away all week. Desperate measures were called for, and I was forced to move into Student Nurse accommodation where there was a spare room in a flat with two girls (with the gallant aid of Mr C, who carried the majority of my 12 bags). Leighton Hospital does not believe in equality of the classes, so student nurses have to pay for their accommodation (ours is free), and its also old and dingy with dangerous appliances. I was informed that it would be wiser not to use the back hob on the cooker as 'it'll take your eyebrows off'. And 'don't use the bedside lamp as they have been known to electrocute people'. This was on Thursday. On Monday, I returned to find a man with tasteful whiskers had moved in as well, thus defeating the whole purpose of the move. So I decided a nice new mixed flat was better than an old unpleasant mixed one, so its back to square one.

Otherwise, Crewe is nice enough, despite the rich perfume of manure in the air. More adventures soon.