At 12:00 this afternoon, I left the small and almost entirely dead town of Paddock Wood, where I live, to go to a day-trip to the wastes of Sunderland, where I also live and work, to go for an exam (Paddock Wood > London Charring Cross > London Kings Cross > Newcastle > Sunderland. I arrived at half past six (almost record time), walked up to the flat block, insert key, turn, enter.

Walk up to my front door, insert key, turn…

…try to turn…

…keep trying to turn…

The latch on my door has slipped down. I’m locked out. Since it was half past seven by the time my landlord came around, we shall wait until tomorrow before I can get into my flat.

Things to do in Sunderland when you are homeless…

And you see the word up there? the 24/25th words of this essay?

Day Trip

I go home tomorrow. So where to spend the night? Friends are on exams, but not all of them, except…

Except my phone has no charge, and the charger is… In the flat.

So I am availing myself of the University Computer Tomb 24hr Access. And will be all night. *sigh*