catching up on bureaucratic things before the uni slows down for the summer.
testing the turbulent flow of cream in tea despite the good-natured jiving from the house-mates about the (my!) barbaric custom of cream in black tea. the house becomes a sanctuary from the oscillating heat which cracks 40C. but days later drops to 15C, very strange, just don’t have a handle on it. and meanwhile, spot Orion from Shar’s roof — it’s upside down (Orion, that is), feet up, sword rampant, very disorienting.