ruddy luggage carts

What is it with drunk people and luggage carts? Apparently in Oxford, that is the thing to do because at midnight last night, as I sat playing my billionth unsuccessful game of solitare, that familiar clanking rolling noise burst up on the streets below. This time I got up and there was a girl pushing some guy down the street on the luggage carts bellboys use at upper class hotels. Do they steal the luggage carts when they leave work for the day and decide that will be their mode of transportation???
And why is it that the one day I decide to sleep in, Blackwell's ( book shop) receives a mass shipment of books at 6:45??? So here I sit. I was sitting in hall this morning eating breakfast and realized the amazing architecture here doesn't phase me, I am used to it...If you have seen the Harry Potter movies, the dining hall is almost exactly the same design as the one I sit in here. The age of things puts everything into a different perspective. By the way on the table this morning was Cadburry's Chocolate spread for your toast... oh and this country is magical- you can get cadberry creme eggs all days of the year; if that's not a reason to immigrate, than what is?!
So this morning I get to have a special 1 hour class with Danny/Ruben- I just tell you are all so jealous! We do all get to go to a different college for that class so that will be nice- especially since it is a school that is usually closed to the public.
This afternoon I am going to Windsor castle. A bunch of the younger ones here, think 18-19 are going as well. It is when I am around them that I realize how I am really quite mature- although I often choose to forgo that maturity and act like a kid...Isn't there a saying you are only a child once but you can be immature forever! A final thought for the morning: why is there mayo in everything here?!
hasta luego!