Saturday night was alright. Cooked Thai for Spanish and Slovak people, drank red wine with coke (the house drink) and went out to a rubbish club called Audio, then left to avoid falling asleep on the floor. My old housemate Andy was back at the house vaguely swaying with a bag of gak, so they ran around for a bit, and even had some left over for work today.
Six days of hard labour on the cards now. Two people this morning failed ID questions and wouldn’t get off the line. I used to have sympathy for them, but really, if you don’t know if someone else has got a card on your account then it’s your own fault.