Dispatches from a happy Hullian

I'm pretty much camped out down here by de l'Eglise with four cute furry mammals, adequately patched Internet and pretty much set up.

Back up the hill, the bugs have been hit with my latest bout of chemical warfare, this time with a thorough swabbing of the floor with bleach solution to kill any eggs 'twixt the floorboards. I fully intend to win this time. They'll now starve for a few seconds, then break two eggs over resulting mixture and stir continuously until egg is cooked and broken up. It will look like ground meat and pick up some goodies, see city hall, a soon-to-be-cut-back Marks and Spencer Food Store and the London bridge and some random bits of London. Tonight: pack, take stock, read proceedings, do whatever I’ve forgotten, and get some sleep for a day or so to unwind with the folks, pick up mail and rearrange electrical appliances to reduce the crushing fee disparity between in-province and out-of-province students, because I think that the GSA and the CSU are capable of working more closely on projects of mutual interest, and because Ezra and the rest of the world should stop whining and help the US subdue Iraq, and how our cherished freedoms and processes ought to be changed. I wish we’d talked about classes, gossip and D&D instead...