We're in the soup.

I spent some time in the Slaidburn kitchen today.  At first it was just to get help with the silly probability homework from Adam but then I stayed for almost two hours just chatting to people in there.  People came and went and Alex's mind was blown when he found out our banabar cake had Mars bars in as well as bananas.  Later on my mind was blown to learn that people mix jam into porridge!  That wasn't the strangest thing though - Andrew sprinkles oats - that would normally be used to make porridge - onto his porridge.  He might have been joking but if so then it isn't a fun story so let's just pretend he was being serious.
We also laughed at the amounts of failure our probability lecturer brings to the lectures.  Something I've never quite understood is why people who get a nervous stutter talking in front of people decide to become teachers or lecturers where they have to stand up and talk in front of people all the time.   That's like me, someone who can't learn another language for toffee, getting a job abroad.  At least I think it's like that.

Back in my own kitchen; this morning when I went in to make some toast before my first lecture I entered to find my cupboard door left open and my two glasses on the table and dirty after the party that woke Liz and myself up at 3am (and kept us awake for a good hour).  The only person who has permission to use my things is Liz and she definitely wasn't at the party which means someone else used them.  I find that thought quite disgusting - they could have any kind of skanky disease in their mouth, such as chlamydia.   I gave them a good, angry wash before heading off to start my day.
When I was back in the kitchen for tea I took the leftover chilli from the fridge.  If you've read previous posts then you might guess what I'm about to say next.  Yes, that's right - some of the chilli had been stolen!  There was a clear line around the box where the chilli had stained the plastic but the actual level of the meat was about a centimetre lower down.  Someone must have come in and scraped off a layer of food!  Who would do that?!  I wish I knew because ever since Sam told me people had had food stolen I've noticed a lot of mine go missing. And food isn't the only thing that goes missing - pans do too. I started the year with three pans - a small one, a medium one and a large one. They all had their own lids too. Some time last term I lost the medium size lid but I wasn't too bothered by it. I expected it to turn up eventually; perhaps someone had taken it by mistake, after all, three people including myself have the same set of pans.  Then today Liz went to get the medium size pan out to cook the rice in and it had disappeared.  Quite angry, I decided to just steal someone else's medium pan and let them deal with finding another.  However, there don't seem to be any medium size pans anywhere in the kitchen.  I've got my small and large on my shelf in the shared cupboard, Chris has a small and large in his own cupboard, there is a large on another shelf in the shared cupboard and there is a small waiting near the sink to be washed.  On the bright side I did find a medium size lid so I washed it and hid it away.