After my two blog posts yesterday, I spent the day buying a printer (that weighed a million pounds and was huge) and carrying it home from the store (my arms are really sore today). Then I went to the library on campus to check out some books.. only to realise that all the books on my reading list have already been checked out (fantastic). Then I met Mat and Paul and we went for a drink, then came home. We hung out and watched TV for a while, Paul's friend came over. Mat and I went to bed around midnight. About an hour later, we get a knock on our bedroom door - not the front door, our bedroom door. At 1 am. I assumed it was Paul, so I said come in. And who comes in? .......................
a London Metropolitan Police Officer.
Awkward.
Apparently when Paul's friend left he didn't close the door to our apartment all the way. The police were going to our neighbour's house for a domestic disturbance call or something (so the neighbours opened the outside door for them), saw our apartment door open, and came in.
Such a disconcerting experience.
I'm now going to triple-check the door every night before I go to sleep.
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