Note to self:
When dealing with the people downstairs, who you exchange a grunt of acknowledgement with each day, and not a lot else, do remember that they have no idea about your sense of humour. Wandering downstairs and announcing “I’ve come for your fluids!” when you’re picking up a delivery of water for the cooler may cause them to give you funny looks.
In other news, there has been a disappointing paucity of responses to my last post, both in the public and private bits, although I note a number of suggestions for places and things I already know, which does at least speak well for the taste of those that have bothered.
Although Cath did recommended me a curry place, for some deeply Wrong reason.