Was lying in bed, trying my best to calm my nerves and go to sleep, when it hit me: All my white t-shirts and tops have disappeared! I KNOW I have a few, I didn't take them home over Christmas but they are nowhere to be found in my wardrobe. Weird.
I cannot believe I forgot Australia Day! It would have been nice to see what was happening at my old local down in Bloomsbury, where the blind and the Australians get down and boogie with guide dogs in tow!
Not even a man dressed in full rugby gear with the Australian flag painted on his cheek at my tube stop jolted my memory!
I've been back home for a couple of days and managed to do a lot of stuff. Tonight I cooked for some friends, earlier this week I met up with a PHD student, tonight I lost one of my beautiful silver earrings due to some CRAZY weather (some crazy dancing at a gay bar 'may' have been involved). I think this is why I can't even consider living any where else!
Just got an email from my tutor (and IR professor) at SOAS and it's signed just 'Steve', not Professor ..., not Prof. ..., not even his full name. This made me feel decidedly better about my first (of many) blunders this term and a little bit more at home at this self confessed anti-LSE.