Since I feel like the next blog I will be writing may be serious, here’s some of the silly things I’ve been up to in London. I don’t really want to delve too deep into my conscious just yet, and I like being light when I write occasionally.
Now with that fabulous introduction aside, may I just say the lights in my flat are against me. They are motion sensitive, which is nice for the fact that I never have to worry about turning them on or off, but at the same time, they seem to really have a mind of their own. Many times I have walked into the hallway hoping for light so as to see my way, but the lights don’t turn on until my nose almost runs right into my door. I suppose it’s fortunate that I can find my door even in the dark, but then again, the hallway is not that complicated. It’s almost a straight line and my room is terribly close to the kitchen. It’s not a problem when I enter from the stairs, but the sensor is in a terrible place if you’re coming out of the kitchen. Put simply, beware going back to your room with a piping hot cup of tea, because the lights will not help you.
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