Fuddland

Wanted urgently: air-fresheners of all varieties, or failing that, some of that Vicks Vaporub-like stuff Agent Starling puts on her upper lip to block the stench of the corpse in The Silence of the Lambs.

I’m doing my weekly Maths Help drop-in session in the Student Learning Centre. Due to the rain [which is actually very welcome, melting all the dangerous ice that made walking and driving pretty hazardous over the last couple of days—until the fallen rain all freezes tonight of course] and the steady flow of people walking in to the building with wet shoes, the carpet is throwing up a quite revolting stench. To add to the discomfort, in a bid to air the place out all the doors have been jammed open—so it’s smelly and cold. Human suffering at its very worst, I’m sure you’ll agree.

I’d better not have any actual people to help with their Maths problems as well—that’d be the last straw.