Eunice’s Victims

Haha, this title sounds like a Greek myth. It’s not. It’s the story of how the plastic shed in our garden has been blown apart by the wind. And how I had a full day of online classes (as you can see, I’ve still got my pyjama bottoms on).

I usually get coffee from around my uni, but today I decided to make it at home (thanks J!!!!). As soon as my thermos was filled, uni decided to inform me that the campus is closed today. It’s fine. I think the bus would’ve turned into a plane.

Watching the wind blow things left and right from the comfort of my home was creepy enough. If - or rather When - I’ll write an apocalypse piece, I will think back to this day.

P.S. Online classes. I forgot how tiresome they are. I can’t wait to be back on campus next week.