Good Friday...

...though you wouldn’t notice.

Paul knocked on my door and said he was seeking volunteers to clean up the communal area. Everyone but TOHH turned-to and helped clean the floors and generally make it presentable. A pool table had arrived but was still in its box. When we started to get to grips with unpacking and assembling it, IT Bloke freaked and said he was going, in case we got into trouble.

The rest of us then had a lot of fun with this novel experience – it took six of us only half an hour or so. One reason for getting it done was anxiety not to see it ruined: Ahmed had already told KST, with his characteristic confidence that the baize covered slate bed of the table, packed separately from the base, was in fact nothing to do with the pool table, it was the counter from a bar to be fitted. Fuckwit.

Pool table built, we had a couple of games, and then mopped the floor. There were plans to get out a projector, speakers and laptop later that night and improvise a cinema. I don’t know if this plan went ahead.