Absent falling coal

I'd love to tell you all that I was productively working, reading the thousands of things I have for the essay I need to write tomorrow, or doing the essay I'm meant to be doing now, or even doing art, or sleeping, so I can get up early tomorrow...

Sadly not. I am instead, looking for blutak[1]. I had it, I dropped it, and it went... somewhere. This annoys me greatly, in only beacuse I know it's jsut going to show up on my duvet or clothes or hair.

It happened a lot in the first year...*wry smile*... when I had all my postcards blutak-ed up, and had to redo them every term. The pattern was always different but it was fun. The blutak did go every where though, and there I had a carpet so it was even worse - except the tak skitters across the lino here rather than just landing, so goodness knows where it's gone.

Gosh. Wasn't that exciting. A whole discourse on the perils of blutak, just for you[2]





[1] Or yellow tak, rather, as the blue stuff doesn't seem to exist in France.
[2] Actually, this was just a brief note. The discourse was the afternoon tea in the first year where we spent 3 hours discussing the myriad properties of different colours of tak, and then debating to see which one won. I can't remember what we decided. General eccentricity, probably.