This is so typical! I started talking to that guy in the smoking area outside that Oxford bar/club/thingy, and when I went back in the others had magically disappeared.

Phone battery-less, friends-less and key-less, I somehow managed to walk back to the house, hoping someone would be there to open. Well, no.
Freezing and with no way to contact them, I decided my only option left was to walk back to the bar and ask help to my new "friend". He was very helpful indeed. He brought me back to his flat which was part of a student house, and introduced me to his even cuter friend who gave away his bed for me.

All in all, I was lucky, I didn't have to sleep on a curtain folded in two as a matress, which was the original plan at the house of my-friends-who-ditched-me... And Stella got the curtain all for herself!