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Just got back from the extremely exhausting week in Glasgow. We travelled for more than 15 hours and the thought of finally being able to stretch our legs and get a long warm bath made us more excited to get back home. But murphy's law was definitely in motion yesterday as we were greeted by a distraught housemate outside the gate (she arrived from the airport 15 minutes ahead of us).

Our landlord decided to start the re-furbishing of the bathroom on the day of our freaking arrival. So we went inside and saw chaos. Sledge hammers pounding the wall, dirt all over, no food on the fridge. Totally unbelievable.

I decided to ignore everything and plop down on my freezing cold bed. I turned up my heater and prayed that I won't die from frostbite. Let me just rant that despite the grey and cold weather in Glasgow the buildings are very well insulated that getting inside is actually a respite. But here in Joburg, the office where I'm seated right now is bitterly cold that my fingers are numb. They simply just don't believe in insulation. Or opted to ignore it.

Oh and by the way, we were greeted this morning again by sledgehammers and a burglary of our gate's electronic box. I was told that being hijacked or burgled or meeting a road accident here in Johannesburg is not an issue of if but when. And all I can do is pray and fervently hope that it won't be tonight.

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