Goodricke C:
Ground Floor
The Puddle
Hello. Yes I am a member of C block but I would like to remain anonymous. My room is blessed with a view of a puddle. It may sound shocking, but its makes my life so much more interesting. I mean, I don't need a TV or neighbours, because I can just sit and watch the antiques which take place THE PUDDLE. I feel it would be selfish to keep such fascinating incidents as the ones I have seen, to myself, so I will broadcast everything on this page, oh yes....
On the first morning after I came to C block, I was rudely awoken by a crowd of ducks outside my window. The conversation was something like as follows, obviously these are not the excact words, because I can't remember everything:
Duck 1: QUACK
Duck 2: QUACK QUACK
Duck 1: QUaaaaaaaaaaak
Duck 3: QUACK quack mmmquack quack
Duck 1: quack
Anyway, although slightly anoyed, having been woken up so early by such unnessecary shouting, I took it upon myself (being in the first week of university and all that) to join in the conversation.
"HELLO THERE" I shouted out the window.
QUACK was the reply, obviously they didn't understand me, being less intelligent and all that,
I looked out the window and was surprised to see that there were in fact 4 ducks, having only heard 3. I suddenly got incredibly excited.
"YO!!!" I shouted.
Then, it happen. Before my own eyes; something I was not quite prepared for. One of the ducks dropped a feather!!!!! I sat in shock, terrified that all hell would break loose. In fact it didn't, but it was close.
Then there was that time in, I think it was around week 4 on Thursday at 19:47 pm. After preparing a weak drink of tea, I sat down by the window, ready for my fun session of puddle watching. I can't have been sitting there for more than half an hour before I saw one of the ducks, I think it was a brown one with white dots on it, peck one of the other ducks on the back.
Yes, it gets worse, as you will find out in later episodes of this epic. So I will leave you there for know as I have a cup of tea and a digestive biscuit and a long, hard session of puddle watching to be getting back to. Don't worry though, the story will be continued.
