Couch party...
The house elves still hadn't brought my armchair and I was beginning to feel pissed off. I had a theory reader the size of a telephone book to get through, and no comfy chair to sit drinking tea and reading in a civilised manner. This was a major problem.
Fortunately I had a strategic advantage. A common room, redolent of fun that was had in the past, with bright painted walls and sad little streamers hanging from the ceiling. It was a lonely place, basking in the glorious memories of its days in the sun, of better times. "Members only" proudly displayed above the door. But as though its inhabitants had befallen some untimely fate, it now lay empty underneath an inch of dust.
So like any good student, I commandeered a couch. Cushion by cushion I furtively carried it down the corridoor and into my room, imagining mission impossible music playing in the background. Each step of the corridoor seeming a mile long as I hoped desparately not to be caught in the act. Once the mission was over I vacuumed it from head to toe, and then road-tested it wtih the next chapter of my theory reader. Ahhh..... comfort and domestic bliss.
To celebrate my new aquisition I decided to have a couch party. Only Erik, Nadia and a bottle of calimoxo showed up, but that was ok because the couch could only fit 3 people anyway. And we talked and drank until 4:30 in the morning.
Later in the week I finally accumulated another next door neighbour; Neils. I only ever seem to meet people when they are cleaning out their cupboards in the hallway. The rest of the time their doors are shut like clams.
Being the expert pilferer I am, it wasn't long before Neils came to my door to offer me a spare coffee table he had. He wasn't using it, it was just taking up space in the hallway. Like a gentleman he carried it into the room for me. At this point I decided that it was probably necessary, however awkward, to say something about the couch. "Oh, maybe you noticed that I borrowed a couch from the common room too."
"Oh yes" he replied. "Actually, thats my grandmother's couch"
Oh the shame!
He didn't seem to mind though, and I've become too attached to it to let go now. If I had enough carry-on luggage I would take it back to Australia on the plane.
Fortunately I had a strategic advantage. A common room, redolent of fun that was had in the past, with bright painted walls and sad little streamers hanging from the ceiling. It was a lonely place, basking in the glorious memories of its days in the sun, of better times. "Members only" proudly displayed above the door. But as though its inhabitants had befallen some untimely fate, it now lay empty underneath an inch of dust.
So like any good student, I commandeered a couch. Cushion by cushion I furtively carried it down the corridoor and into my room, imagining mission impossible music playing in the background. Each step of the corridoor seeming a mile long as I hoped desparately not to be caught in the act. Once the mission was over I vacuumed it from head to toe, and then road-tested it wtih the next chapter of my theory reader. Ahhh..... comfort and domestic bliss.
To celebrate my new aquisition I decided to have a couch party. Only Erik, Nadia and a bottle of calimoxo showed up, but that was ok because the couch could only fit 3 people anyway. And we talked and drank until 4:30 in the morning.
Later in the week I finally accumulated another next door neighbour; Neils. I only ever seem to meet people when they are cleaning out their cupboards in the hallway. The rest of the time their doors are shut like clams.
Being the expert pilferer I am, it wasn't long before Neils came to my door to offer me a spare coffee table he had. He wasn't using it, it was just taking up space in the hallway. Like a gentleman he carried it into the room for me. At this point I decided that it was probably necessary, however awkward, to say something about the couch. "Oh, maybe you noticed that I borrowed a couch from the common room too."
"Oh yes" he replied. "Actually, thats my grandmother's couch"
Oh the shame!
He didn't seem to mind though, and I've become too attached to it to let go now. If I had enough carry-on luggage I would take it back to Australia on the plane.
posted by Girl with a pearl at
11:15 PM
2 Comments:
I get such a weird feeling of deja-vu when reading your posts since the events that transpire have already been related to me in our talks. Occasionally I forget the conversation and I find myself thinking that these latest blogs sound somewhat familiar =)
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Anonymous, at 5:05 AM
Ohmigod Moo... how embarassing. One of the moments you just wish the ground would open and swallow you up =).
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