The minutiae of life

Hello all, nothing interesting to report really.

The guy on the next computer is looking at porn in public - classy.

I have moved out of the hostel (yes!) and on to the floor of Greg & Laurie's new flat (bless them). The taxi driver yesterday flipped out when we tried to get him to drive a little further than the expected destination (Laurie told him the metro station and then was going to direct him from there) but since there was much yelling and swearing in Czech accompanied by 'Nerozumim! Nerozumim!' (I don't understand!) whenever we tried to say anything to him (his English wasn't brilliant, but up until that point, he'd managed...) we got out at a random point and had to drag my one insanely heavy suitcase and Laurie's two suitcases and five or so plastic bags the rest of the way.

I have to sleep on the floor now, but it's all good. Greg brought his mattress into Laurie's room as well last night, since he managed to freak himself out with the thought that he was going to die from inhaling poison gas in his room... Apparently there's a weird chemical odour in there, I don't know, I couldn't be bothered getting up to investigate it. In any case, he deserves to be a bit freaked out considering he came home while I was in the bathroom this morning and hid behind the kitchen counter and scared the living daylights out of me because I didn't know anyone had come home. He's constantly trying to surprise people with such tricks, and considering I screamed it's probably one of his most successful to date, dammit!

I managed to get the deposit back on the costume, due to the sewing/gaffer-taping skills of the indominatable (sp?) Alasdair. I took Carolyn's back as well, which of course he threw on the floor without so much as glancing at, before proceeding to open mine up and look at it, for some god-unknown reason (isn't it always the way, though), but our expert repair job passed muster, so I didn't have to throw the enormous sum of 1000 crowns (c. $70) down the drain.

Only other thing of note is that the weather has finally turned here. It's gone from being astonishingly mild (most nights, as I told mumsie, warm enough for just a t-shirt) with a couple of episodes of what I would term NZ-cold thrown in, to being properly cold. Not quite as bad as in Canada, where going outside felt like a slap in the face, but cold enough so that you feel the air you're breathing in is burning the back of your nose a little bit. According to www.weather.co.uk, it's currently 2 degrees (today's high!), but feels like -4 due to wind chill. Don't know about that, but it was certainly chilly last night, and there are snow showers forecast for this evening/night (low of really -4) and tomorrow, which I'm excited about. I'm excited about wearing coats and gloves and scarves and hats, and I know "this too shall pass" and probably rather quickly, but I'm going to enjoy being excited for the moment. Expect lots of photos if it does snow.