Dad, my brother and myself gathered minimal possessions and went to live in a warehouse on an industrial estate in the Ukraine, with a cruel old man.
My online friends Steve and Sofie stood in the corridor of a building that looked like a hotel. Steve went into an office and was given a job; Sofie went in and was told that she had got firsts and seconds in the modules of her degree course. (She's not even at university.)
I was in a bookshop on Canterbury, standing on the stairs near the cash desk, waiting to buy a book. The cashiers never told me to come forward, so I waited for half an hour. Eventually, I moved closer to the cash desk and was served at once. “Are you sure Ramsay won’t have bought you this as a birthday present?” the cashier asked. “I doubt it,” I said. “Besides, he knows when my birthday is.” The transaction was completed, and I went upstairs, to tell my friends Soppygit and Ibid, who’d been waiting for me, that I was ready to go.
Mum and I were in my room, preparing for me to return to Canterbury for the final term of first year. It was difficult to decide what possessions I needed, since I had a limited carrying capacity.
I arrived in Canterbury on a Saturday evening, and went to Improvisation (a Drama society activity). I returned to my room, shortly before eleven. I hoped Soppygit and Ibid hadn’t come round while I was out, then remembered that they wouldn’t return to university until the next day. I planned to go to the computer room to write and send e-mail (I obviously hadn’t managed to carry back my own computer), so I sent my boyfriend a text message warning him that e-mail was forthcoming. But I was tired, so I went to bed instead.
