Today I was on Gash Duty. Gash (an old military term, I think) covers all the tedious housekeeping jobs that need doing, but no-one wants to do. A rota is used so everyone does their share, and rank doesn't bring privilege – everyone who goes South has to sign a clause saying they’ll do their bit. So I attacked toilets, did the washing, made the tea and tried to keep up with the never ending source of washing up from the kitchen. It's not too bad as there's loads of different people to chat with, including our German neighbours who've popped in for the night on their way home.