The recent death of a mouse in my kitchen sink sunk me to a joyless level that I hadn't been in for months.
I know... it's a mouse, and really, it never asked permission before it went in my sink, and had he done so I would have informed him it was a bad idea and that his life maybe in danger.
But no, he neither asked, nor did I give him that warning and I found him the next morning lying flat on his little mousy tummy with his arms and legs outstretched like a small flattened Nando's chicken.
I was miserable. For a whole day. I even passed up the chance of procrastibaking (=baking+procrastinating) with one of my favourite people.
This misery is still kind of running around but the good news has started flowing in again and it's made me feel somewhere between guilty and overjoyed.
I mean, of course the mouse wouldn't have been able to go to Taiwan with Leanne, and sure, it wouldn't have ever been able to meet my Erasmus friends in London, but the wee bugger never even got the crumb he was after (my sink was unusually clean)
Remember that Muller advert with the pleasure and pain what if every time I get good news a mouse dies? I'd be like the ultimate happy vermin controller...
Sarina, Matt, and Timo all left town in the last ten days (it started with Sarina ten days ago, then Timo left, and we took Matt to the airport yesterday.
This left Nastasja and I somewhat deranged and we sat outside a Tesco's on their £3.50 plastic chairs for what seemed like five minutes but must have been about an hour talking about CVs, jobs, London, MBAs, and Genitals. All the while Nastaja was easting a chocolate croissant. 
I finish work on the 11th July! can anyone think of anything I should do in Edinburgh before I leave? (bearing in mind that I have been living here for four and a half years, so going to Crammond or the Castle is out...)
Oh, and how does everyone feel about austerity measures? National deficit cut to nothing in five years? seems unlikely.
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