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Trudging on with Yuletide, at about the 4k mark. (spent two of my class-hours today writing instead of paying attention to the lecture {bad research scholar no biscuit!}) Rather enjoying it. If nothing else it provides a welcome change to everything else.

In July, bee_muse and I moved out of campus to a one-bedroom flat in the neighbourhood, which she had plans of purchasing. Last week we realised that even a fifteen-minute bout of rain left water seeping in through the walls and that our termite infestation was persistent and affected the whole building. Our landlord is refusing to return the advance her father had made for the purchase, which amounts to just above six months' rent. We've also been unable to find a different apartment so are faced with a move back into the hostel and associated restrictions.

Also, bee_muse's fairly virulent dust-allergy has been reclassified as asthma, so there's that. Though moving back to campus should help with that.

And I read and wrote a 12-page book-review in twenty-four hours flat.

So, uh. yeah. Yuletide. Yuletide and shopping. *g*