Today’s blog will be written as an account of a fictional conversation
between my flatmate Steve and I. The story you are about to read is fake, only
the names are real to incriminate the innocent.
Even though the heating has been
on for hours our living room remains freezing cold. My porridge is cooling much
too rapidly and that is sapping what slim enjoyment I can derive from it. This
morning I had to make it with water instead of milk because we are out of milk.
Apparently Scottish people make porridge with water instead of milk but this
sounds crazy to me.
“Oscar Niemeyer died”
