640 Swanston Street

When I moved into Uropa after my hellish year with a psychotic housemate, it was like a breath of fresh air. Finally, I had a housemate who didn't go around stealing towels and swapping toothbrushes.

In the pantry was a box of couscous. It stayed there until the end of our stay. When I packed up, I decided to bring it up to Benalla. Was clearing out the pantry today (yes, I clear out the pantry awfully often) and noticed the expiry date:



Thus ends the journey of that box of couscous.