Update!
Boy I'm crap at doing this. I have mostly been celebrating people getting one year older, married and/or born this past month. I really have very little to say. EXCEPT I heart Samantha Bee. Watch this:



I also went to my first residents' meeting last night. I was the youngest by at least 30 years. Pressing matters included: the recycling scheme (it's good, but not that good), laundry prices (boo hoo), and alternative energy sources (yum!).

The upside was that it was held in the William Booth College, aka The Scary Salvation Army building. As expected, it had lovely views from the top but inside was like a Czech youth hostel, full of people with dead eyes and fear etched on their faces at the arrival of normals from the outside.

Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to skewer the committee with my incisive question about bike racks, as there appeared to be a requirement for speaking that you a) had to have lived in the building for at least 32 years and b) were so deaf you couldn't hear anyone else trying to get a word in edgeways so thundered on about 230% price increases on the storage cupboards.

But I am now the proud maintainer of the RPH website! What a citizen.