You probably already know by now (because I've probably told you) that my blessed flat at Great Newton Hall 'burnt down' on the weekend of the 23rd. By burned down, I really mean trashed by the unruly firemen. I was left with one big plate, no bowls, no pans, no cutlery and no cups. Luckily this was because they were net to sink where most of the destruction took place, air-go I didn't have to do the washing up. Standard. With the frustration of finding the living room and kitchen completely fucked beyond belief, we were then informed we were to be moved upstairs into an identical flat. Hurrah! You may have thought. No my friend. Hauling almost all my life out of my perfectly undamaged room into an exact replica of my room just up one floor was not something I would shout hurrah! about.
It took the best part of an afternoon, considering I had to come home early on the sunday. Come 6/7pm I was pretty much finished. I had minimal food. My pasta reserves were gone, and the only thing to drink being tap water, we decided to head out to get drinks and food. If you can't get fucked after your flat just burned down, what can you do? We didn't get drunk. I had a pizza that had mint/tomato sauce on it which was actually grim and I thought strongbow would be a class idea...
After an eventful day in flat 63 and now 65 I thought it best to hit the hay and hope to wake up in a few days.
I didn't go to lectures next day as I was 'gathering stuff from my old flat'.
2 days passed, no word on any compensation for our kitchen stuff or anything. Linden bumps into the girls who also got moved above us (as they had no floor to their kitchen), they tell her that we're getting moved again to a new flat. Whether its in Great Newton Hall or not is yet to be decided, along with whether we're all going to be together in the new flat. This was all due to foreign medical students 'needing' our new flat. Alright then...
As a flat we shared the same emotion, and each agreed - fuck that.
We paid for Great Newton Hall, we're getting Great Newton Hall. I'm not being split up with my flat. PLUS if they moved us into a new building that's going to take cars/vans to move our stuff. I am certainly not going to pay for that to happen.
The management have spoken:
'If you want you can come down to reception and share you're opinions'
There aren't any opinions, just certainty. We ain't movin' bitch.
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