All my plans for yesterday may as well have not been made. Initially the idea had been to sleep as late as I could but I found myself wide awake at seven. The water was going off at eight so I decided I may as well let Pepsi out for a pee and get cleaned. After she’d been out I thought I would start any BBC programmes downloading until the power went off and just as I finished picking what I wanted I glanced at the computer clock. It read 0745! I looked at the wall clock and it was 0715. My watch agreed with the computer - the damned battery on the clock was packing up. Ablutions were a trifle rushed.
I then went back to bed for an hour and later took the bus to go for my gourmet lunch at McDonalds. By design there were two foreigners there as I had arranged to meet Kevin but by accident we ended up being three when Ollivier arrived. The visit revived long-buried memories of McDonalds past. The food was every bit as vile as the last time I went years ago and my thought on leaving was the same as ever - “why did I do that?”
The buns taste like dust and the best bit about it is the plastic cheese slice. How a company can be so hugely successful with a business model advocating selling such unutterable garbage is beyond me, although it does explain why KFC is so much more popular here than Ronald.
I left and did pet shopping and took a taxi home. I grabbed Pepsi and took refuge at the sweet pork place (who also didn’t have power) for a while before returning to the campus shops to await the electricity. It was late but only by a quarter of an hour so at least I could go home and get warm.
Later last night some of the girls apparently got a little too warm. Their dormitory caught fire.
The students are not allowed to possess electrical items such as heaters, stoves, fans etc, in fact I think they are only allowed phones and laptops. As a result of the fire the rummage squads are out in force today, as are hordes of students scurrying and darting everywhere trying to avoid having their illicit appliances discovered. Kevin has apparently got kettles and toasters and such being brought to his place whilst I have at least one fan and a rabbit - yes rabbit - being brought here to keep from the clutches of the authorities. No, the rabbit will not be a permanent resident, the owner will be taking it home when the holidays arrive. I hope……
1830
I forgot to mention that Mulan bought me a box of chocolates on Saturday. She is a friend of the owner who makes them by hand. I have no idea how much they cost but she did say she was given a huge discount. She asked my what type of chocolate I liked and naturally I said “dark”. Her friend told her they wouldn’t be what I was expecting (the Chinese don’t like the bitterness of real chocolate) but I already knew that. Notwithstanding, they were really nice, so much so that I ate the lot that evening!
We now have a rabbit in the house. It is perhaps a month old and therefore difficult to sex but I think it is probably a girl. Katrina brought her to me in an impossibly small cage fit only for transporting (although she did say in the dormitory it was allowed to roam) and no water bottle. On asking how the thing obtained a drink I was informed in the two weeks she has had it, it hasn’t had a drink! Good job it’s winter.
I transferred it to the cat cage but it is able to squeeze through the bars at will so have had to confine it to the balcony - I would hate the cats or Pepsi to eat it. I have made it as comfortable as I can with pillowcases on the cage to stop draughts as the balcony gets cold even though it is double glazed. I could shove it into the matchbox it came in and keep it in here but it wouldn’t seem right.
What next? A panda?
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