Perhaps I've already mentioned this to all of you (or some of you) but the name of my future landlord is Yaga. I take it as a good omen. I assume any house balanced on a chicken foot will have better than average security. But this security does not extend to her tenants. We will be living in a somewhat shoddy looking brick house. On the bright side, no one is going to come and blow it down.

The house has two levels, a basement and a ground floor. I will be relegated to the dark subterranean dungeons with the other female denizens of Yaga's house of student fun. There we will be fatted like sacrificial lambs so she can feast upon our tender flesh. After all, she did say the foundation of the house was made of jube-jubes and tootsie rolls.

On the main floor there will be three second year male engineering students. This is tender flesh of another sort for Yaga to feast on. Needless to say, they will not be fatted like us. No, they will not.