In search of lubrication

[faustus]

Even in the depths of winter my room is an oven because a hot water pipe runs through it. I always have the windows open, a fan on and, unless privacy is required, the door open.

Opposite is a classroom door. It squeaks. It is currently used by language students who have a similar attitude to doors as do cats - but having evolved opposable thumbs are able to open and close the door repeatedly as they try to decide which side of it they want to be on. The doors creaks. Loudly. Nails on blackboard. Fingers on a balloon. Me left alone with any object that can make a noise.

Yes, bloody annoying.

I can shut out conversation, but not this.

I've borrowed a can of WD-40 from the technicians and used it, liberally.

Bliss.

Edit: And now there are three magpies outside the window on the roof, two trying to kill or have sex with the other, nosily. My heads hurt, as the man said. Three for a girl, I recall. Time to go home.

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Unfortunately I'd then hear them being taught and their conversations and their mobile phones.

I can know hear a squeak from further down the corridor.

Grump, grump, grump.

(Despite appearances I am working. I'm having office hours. And battling bibliographies into shape.)