thought there was a gas leak in my house this morning, but it turned out to be bitumen across the road/and or minor gas leak further up the road. Gas safety man came out so I eviscerated the cupboard under the stairs. 
In the middle of trying to sort out something else pressing.
So I am now staring at a pile of anoraks and knapsacks, sentimental old school ties, winter jackets that I'd forgotten, something to do with dh's business (several boxes of it, envelopes) and I feel like just curling up on it and giving up. The cat has already done this. Or rather it has burrowed a little den in the middle.
No, I tell a lie, the cat has decided to lie down on the Drama A level books/papers which ds2 has strewn over the coffee table. When the gas man came he told me there was a strange strong smell of sour milk (that was me, from cleaning out some sour milk bottles earlier) I don't feel ds is going to leave with any household skills at this rate. It is not in his early training.
And ds is still asleep sob. He finally told me the first names of the flatmates last night, in better mood. They all seem to come from London. I suspect they were all privately educated too, unlike him, just judging by their names. So far I have not come across a single Jeremy in ds's entire state school career so why has one turned up in his Halls?
Kitten that is so reasonable. And it is nice to have her home in holidays too for definite. I don't know why we've made such a balls up over the accommodation, at the very least we should have insisted on the 38 week contract. But it was too late once it had gone off, then we would have had to go into the second ballot and wait another month for the accommodation, and possibly have ended up in a horrible choice cos all the others were taken. grrrrr