Home, home on the Marsh...

Ah well, back on the Marsh.

Since I left there has been a brutal murder just around the corner. A fifteen year old girl stabbed to death by a madman/stalker. Just awful.

The students upstairs had a party out on the flat roof over our "office". They partied so hard the ceiling collapsed. ("You can see the sky" Adam said to me on the phone.) Then it rained. A lot.

Then they're digging up the street outside the shop. With REALLY LOUD DIGGERS THAT CAN CUT THROUGH CONCRETE.

No place like it eh?