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     This is the day that all flats dread - the day of the Parental Visit. A day of getting up late, realising, with only a couple of hours to go, that the flat requires some serious cleaning, and then some stressful moments with bleach, toilets and the fag end in the bin that's been there since we arrived. Today's clean-up operation went well, since we have in fact kept most of the flat clean (although arguments over who should clean the bathroom floor have kept this area quite mucky). The one problem area is the distinct lack of vacuum cleaners or other removers of floor-based dirt. Mark spent some time randomly quizzing the occupants of various flats over the whereabouts of the vacuum cleaner, but to no avail. The floor remained as it has been for some time. The Parental Visit went well, since I get on well with my parents. In this respect I seem to be abnormal. Perhaps I should become unreasonable, get my nose pierced, take drugs. On the other hand, I quite like being abnormal. Plus, they brought a toaster. Mark forgot the toaster at the start of term. We have been toastless for three weeks. The also brought supplies of Ribeana. Three people drinking pints of Ribeana go through a lot of the stuff, and it's heavy to carry back from the shops. The other advantage of the Parental Visit is good food. In this case, my parents were on their half term holiday (they're both teachers) and so were in a relaxed holiday mood, so we went to Brown's. We rarely go to restaurants since Mum can usually cook similar stuff for less and it tastes nicer. Brown's is a bizarre place, but very nice once you get over the shock of paying £2 for a small bottle of beer. Mark and Chris went for a curry in my absence and then headed barwards. I couldn't be bothered to go all the way to college, so I stayed in once my parents had gone. Still living life on the edge. |
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