Well great.

The house is the dirtiest house ever. If it was in a competition to find the dirtiest house, it would win. So I'm ringing the landlord when he gets back on Monday so he can send cleaners round.

Other than that, I have been to the library, books out and all that, and I've seen a few Bristol buddies who are alive and well. The beer is still good, and I found an excellent honey cider. Hurray.