I went back to uni just for last night (to go see Adrian Plass speak at Holy Trinity), but when I got back into my house to sleep I knew I had made a mistake.
Wrapped in a sleeping bag and blanket I couldn’t bring my self to turn the heating back on with just me in the house.
I paid for my cheapskatery - every 45mins I woke up shivering.
Personally though I don’t blame the cold, I reckon it was actually my body going into shock after Pierre forced me to eat salad earlier that day …
To awkward shuffle. When two people step one way, then the other way, then the first way again (and so on) to try and get out of each other’s way and actually achieve the exact opposite. Eg “Joe repeatedly does the awkward shuffle with complete strangers as he tries to get round them to get onto campus.”
Notes: Try to avoid doing the awkward shuffle on a bike, especially with a car or another cyclist.
Joe’s Duties as Prayer Secretary
- Go to prayer meetings.
- Talk to God.
- Have hat stolen as eyes are closed.
Pick spiders out of prayer sugar.
I stopped peddalling. So far as I knew, my bike had not made that noise before. I fiddled with my back brake for a second then cycled on, reackoning that would fix it.
This time half way down a hill, and increasingly late for my lecture I stopped to take another look. I prodded my tyre.
It definately should not have been that soft. Seeing no other choice I got off my bike and started pushing, half running, half walking.
Not that this stopped the noise 0_o
Sorry for the lack of posts essays have rather brain washed me for the last few weeks.
To make up for it I will continue to post for some time into Easter though, so you know, good times!
Also though bananas at prayer meeting were genuinely bruised in the shape of the word ‘prayer’ …
For “man does not live by bread alone …” but also by holy bananas.
Applied Social Studies … heh.
Soooo, who can spot the mystery woman sitting outside on a sofa surveying her kingdom?