or: ‘There is some water’
or: ‘I have water’
or: ‘You have water’
or: ‘He/She/It/They/We has/have water’
Bloody Korean and its subjectless sentences.
After the staff at my academy told me to get a phone number off my washing machine, I tried to do so. Unfortunately, the washing machine failed to answer. The following day, they told me someone would come and look at it. Later on, after confirming what the problem was, they told me it had been sorted. And it had.
Around about the same time I had a conversation in the evening with Drew in London (or thereabouts) and Pete in Halifax (the Canadian one) (or thereabouts) (woohoo: sequential parentheses!). I mentioned that someone at work had said a couple of weeks beforehand that the rainy season was due to start the following week (the week following the statement about the monsoon season’s commencement. Not the week following my IM conversation with Pete and Drew. Nor the week following the time of writing this post. Just to make that clear), and that since then it had basically rained once.
It might have been that very night that the heavens opened and it rained heavily. The chaotic crackle of the rain on the building woke me up and kept me awake for a while. Thunder rolled. It’s also raining right now. If this is as bad as the rainy season gets, it’s not that impressive – particularly given the situation with flooding in Britain at the moment. Drew said Yorkshire had been washed into the North Sea. I’m pretty sure he was joking.
After my Korean class today I spent some time with my classmates. We didn’t necessarily do a huge amount (had a meal, investigated the possibility of seeing Transformers (there weren’t any seats available at convenient times (some of the times displayed were 25:05, 25:30 – evidently the cinema operates on a 26-hour clock (woohoo: nested parentheses!))), went to a large bookstore (I bought a book by Thomas Kuhn), then to a hof – actually, I suppose we did a fair bit) but it was pleasant.
Some time after I got back I experienced a bit of a memory lapse. I was reading an item about the car bombs discovered in London – the map included on the web page showed part of Hyde Park. It sparked a memory of travelling to the capital to find a place to live. I was sure that I’d stayed a couple of nights, but I had no recollection whatsoever of where I’d done so. I could visualise the area of Kensington where the lettings agency was (and presumably still is), but that was all. I did, however, know that wherever I’d stayed was within walking distance – in fact, I’d walked across Hyde Park a few times while going to and from the agency. I went to Multimap to look at a map of the area.
Kensington is on the southern side of the park, so I navigated towards the northern side. I noticed Bayswater Tube station – and that was definitely familiar. Scanning the nearby streets I saw Leinster Square … and it all came back to me. I’d spent a couple of nights in a hostel there. The French-sounding young guy on reception when I first got there wasn’t happy that I didn’t have my passport. On the first night I had a six-bed dorm to myself; I was going to sleep in an upper bunk, but when I got up there I realised how narrow they were and that there were no bars at the sides, so I changed my mind about that. On the second night I shared the room with another man – although only briefly. The floor or the ceiling (or both) was (or were) disturbingly warped on one side of the dorm.
And so my memory (of that particular detail) returned.