A Bad Day

Although it started quite well, today was not such a good day.
I had a meeting about poster designs for my final recital. The date has FINALLY been set for 5th September and Emily (a folk singer on the course) and I will be doing our recitals in Hall 2 at The Sage. This is very exciting. However, Christine Hanson, THE cellist who plays on EVERYONE's Scottish fiddle CDs here, the one person I had organised to play with me can't do it on that day!!!!!!! So now I need to rethink the whole thing.
This afternoon we had a masterclass. I played pretty badly. :(
So then I did my washing - a monumental task which takes 2 hours because I have to go over to Richardson Road undergrad Halls to use the laundry. Which only has 12 (horrible industrial) machines for approximately 1200 people, so there's always a wait. Then it's best to stay there while the washing machine is on because they sometimes stop and you have to restart them. And you really should be there when it's finished or someone waiting for a machine will take out your clothes - usually dropping your most intimate items on the filthy floor - and dump them somewhere.
So I stayed and did some reading about old-time fiddling in Georgia. And once I'd put my washing in the dryer I went home to start preparing dinner. Except when I got home Hamed was cleaning the cooker because we've got a kitchen inspection in 2 weeks. (He's keen.) And this was great except he needed my advice because I 'have the best idea of hygene'.
So I went back to get my laundry, stopping for a nice chat with Otis who's a first year folk student who lives in 'Ricky Road', who was supposed to be studying for his exam tomorrow, but was leaning out of his window instead.
When I got back to my place (again) something smelt burnt. This is not good because all the rooms are fitted with smoke detectors. So I'd just started preparing my dinner when lo, the fire alarm went off.
So we all trundled outside to wait for the firebrigade. Who came and used their nifty smoke-sucker machine to get the smoke out of next door's, where some twit had burned their dinner. And then they nicely suckered the smoke out of our house because somehow the two houses are connected. (Someone burns their dinner next door, our house fills with smoke and our fire alarm goes off. Good system.)
I think I finally got to have my dinner at 10:30pm - very Continental. And I've been sitting in my room with the bathroom exhaust fan on and my window open and the heater on. And trying to breathe. Tomorrow will be so much better.