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I mentioned that conditions were hazardous in the boys’, and I’m not exaggerating. Quite frequently a toilet is blocked, but this does not deter people from using it, so it is common to see two (usually) male students watching the contents of a recently flushed toilet cascade onto the floor, much to their delight. As a consequence, the floor is normally very slippery and small puddles of something form. I really do feel an enormous wave of Christian love for whoever has to clean up the mess. Perhaps they get people in from a specialist agency or something, but whoever it is, they should be paid more.

In other matters, we recently found a mug of tea left on the floor by a certain person. Nothing new there, but when Tim knocked it over by accident, we knew something special was going on. The tea didn’t immediately spill but instead, slowly crept out of the mug. It had the same consistency as custard, it was absolutely disgusting. To put it bluntly, it was like a mug of snot. The worst thing about the whole phenomenon is that the mug is still downstairs as I write. It’s been there for at least a week, now.