21 April, 2007 | Leave a Comment
Wake up very late on Saturday morning, make myself semi-presentable and walk down to the dining hall in flip-flops. Eat a fully cooked breakfast. (Cost: £1.40.)
While eating my eggs, I read the magazine that comes with the Friday Evening Standard. Princess Beatrice looks like Prince Andrew in drag. Poor girl. I converse briefly with the Jamaican guy who is one of the cooks. He doesn’t believe I am American. He is convinced I’m from Spain. When I asked him why, he said, “Because you look like a Spaniard.” I wonder if Spaniards have very pale skin? Perhaps.
I leave my dirty dishes for someone else to wash up and go back upstairs to read the newspaper.
Oh, and did I mention I have maid service once a week and don’t even have to wash my own linens? I’m not living in the lap of luxury — they insist on cleaning our rooms once a week to ensure health and safety standards.
See, the life of a student has its perks. Yes, I’m in my thirties and I don’t have a kitchen. But I don’t have to shop for food, cook it and wash up. See how that works?
Anglofille said @ 12:10 pm | student life |
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Lillie Says:
April 21st, 2007 at 6:17 pmSounds like you made the right choice in living arrangements
I love the Sunday Magazine that comes with the Telegraph. Similar to our “Parade” magazine, but a million times better.
A dear friend in Scotland saves them for me, and every so often I get a surprise parcel in the post with a stack of them. I read them from cover to cover. Love ‘em!
Now, if you could have a nice hot bubble bath, the world would be (almost) perfect!
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I’m not familiar with the Telegraph magazine. I will have to check it out!
