All in Living in Kensington
Well, this post doesn't have anything to do with London directly. In fact, most of you have experienced the Debbie Downer in your own walks of life. So, this could happen everywhere. But for me, it's happening in London. In my residence. On my floor.
My flatmates and I were looking for a good pub (which doesn't mean bar; it's an abbreviation for public house, where the public just gathered to read, eat or hang out). We decided instead to take a leisurely 45-minute tour of South Kensington by foot in search for said pub.
The point of today's excursion was to find the local library. As card-carrying members of FIE and Imperial College, we're entitled to sign up for a public library card.