<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Food-Waste on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/food-waste/</link><description>Recent content in Food-Waste on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/food-waste/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>University Woes</title><link>/stories/2019/01/20/university-woes/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/20/university-woes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="universitywoes.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-2-francescas-punishment"&gt;Part 2: Francesca’s Punishment&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“See you tomorrow, bye” said Francesca to her fellow canteen workers as they said their goodbyes at the end of another shift. Francesca began the short walk home. Across the car park. Past the supermarket. She passed the pharmacy. Two minutes later she crossed the road and entered an alley which would lead towards her flat. An alley she had entered many times without bother. But today she was met with a sudden pain in the back of her neck, as if something sharp had been stabbed into her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>University Woes</title><link>/stories/2019/01/09/university-woes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/09/university-woes/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-1-the-lost-mobile"&gt;Part 1: The Lost Mobile&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s nearly one o&amp;rsquo;clock, we should head back to the lecture hall.&amp;rdquo; said Pauline.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Agreed.&amp;rdquo; responded Nicola. The two girls lifted up their food trays and emptied what was left on them into one of the canteen bins. They made their way to the lecture hall and took their seats. Within minutes they were taking notes, listening to the drony voice of their lecturer for the afternoon, the least exciting one they had during each week. Thursday afternoons were rubbish here.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>