Dom returned to ‘da Bridge today for his FINAL TERM! I WONDER WHAT HE’S GOING TO DO WHEN HE FINISHES?! 
(Tash)
Sleep, Natasha, that’s what I’m going to do. Sleep for a month, watch the end of Battlestar Galactica, compose a sonnet for Marie from The Aristocats – what? she’s older now, OK? – and then have my epic Ukrainian novel printed and bound…
Ahem. Everybody has already blogged about the dinner party round at mine last Thursday (I can’t really call it ‘my dinner party’ when other people did all of the cooking 
) but, just for the historical record: yes, Sanna did get both of her hands trapped in a drawer and yes, it was highly highly amusing despite the human cost. Also, the quick reactions of both Saoirse and Abbi really did prevent my house from burning down. Cheers, guys! Weirdly, no-one took any photographs at all, which somehow makes me doubt that the whole night actually ever happened at all. Still, I remember it well, which is what counts.
And yes, this is my final term, which is both terrifying and gloriously liberating at the same time. As of tonight, I’m feeling pretty good about it all. Not that I’ve done enough revision or am well-prepared for my finals in any way, but knowing that I’m hurtling towards the end anyway – ready or not – somehow fills me with great motivation to go out on a final blast of work. As I said, this is as of tonight, and I’ll probably feel quite differently about it tomorrow morning when I actually have to get up and start doing it 
