|All the picnic food groups!|
|Basking in the... wall.|
Sadly, the picnic was cut short by a block meeting, where we met the tutor in charge of our building and discovered that Henrik and I are literally the only people in our entire building who aren't from Asia. I'm not sure whether the curious stares we kept attracting all day were because of that, or because of the fact that we were having a large picnic on the kitchen floor. I suspect a bit of both. I volunteered to be one of the block reps, because no one else seemed to be putting their hands up, so I have no idea what I've just got myself into. The tutor said that it was nothing but a meeting once a term with free pizza, but I imagine that's just a euphemism for dark and dangerous quests through unknown lands. And I probably won't be able to eat the pizza anyway. Why do I do these things?
And you wouldn't think it needed saying, but...
|Unless you are Amanda Palmer.|
Either that or my flatmate has a secret identity.