Money, money, money.
It's a rich man's world.
The electricity bill for the flat in Penryn came today, for the first time in 6 months. Jack and I had been under the assumption that we existed in some kind of grey area where, due to having no meter in the flat, we didn't get charged.
Well, that fantasy world came crashing down, I can tell you.
Bearing in mind that we were there six months, had the boiler and heated towel rail on constantly, in addition to the terribly ineffecient heating system and the projector being on almost all the time, we didn't do that badly. I'll have no problem paying it once my money comes back from Heather and Gay.
See what I did there?
I also found out that if I don't officially quit university until April 17th, then I'll receive two grand, half of which is a grant. Add in the bonus of getting my tax back from the last year, and I think I'll leave it a while before contacting the folks of Falmouth again.
I'm becoming more and more intrigued with the idea of being a perpetual tourist, and am thinking of at least getting rid of some of my 'dead weight' possessions, like various kitchen supplies and some of my... gasp!.. comics. Just to test the waters.