In the tallest tower of the tallest castle, in a land far far away, there lived a fair Chinese boy with absolutely no fridge or freezer space. We're in the process of moving Weng into his hall for the year and thus is our predicament. The strain of carrying all his stuff up four flights of stairs and finding a place to keep it all is enough to deter him (especially me) from considering switching halls next term, which would see us moving the whole lot back down all those stairs and probably up somemore in another tower far far away.
It's not a bad room, it's got plenty of floor space (relatively) and it has a very cosy feel to it. The only window is actually set in the roof though, so it's more like a slanting skylight which can open about two inches for ventilation and you can look out if you stand on the chair and tiptoe. It gets blisteringly hot in the day and really cold at night, but it sure makes a handy place to hang things to dry.
This is just a short break to sort out my internet withdrawal symptoms, and now it's back on the road again. Gotta head back to unpack all his stuff.
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