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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

I’m not dead. Not nearly. But having now committed myself to the insane asylum (in disguise as the British Library), I’m started to ignore even my e-mails, so blogging is right off. (Not because I don’t love ya all, but because I have reached Point Crisis where social interaction is basically A Bad Thing, so I’m doing the cowardly thing and hoping that I can get to June without really looking people in the eye. “Oh, did I go quiet for a while? Whoops. All done now.”)

Nevertheless! Here is a cheerful day-by-day guide to FUN THINGS DONE:

Tuesday – Royal Courts of Justice with Sanna.

Pros? Her idea, and a genius one. Going to court for entertainment is a bit like going shopping with friends, but instead of being expensive it’s free, instead of leaving you feel a bit shallow you can pretend to be all civil-minded and serious, and – best of all – you get to hear all the little jokes made by judges about Latin.
Cons? Occasionally you have to pinch yourself to remember that you’re not in a Cambridge supervision and won’t have to answer any questions yourself.

Wednesday – Science Museum Lates with Saoirse and (gasp!) Dominic F!

Pros? Being allowed to go back into the Launchpad again – and with all of those pesky kids kicked out for good measure – do I really need to say anything more?!
Cons? Alienated one random woman on the Tube by arguing too loudly about communism.

Thursday – Camden with Saoirse, Robert, Abbi and (ooh!) the shiny new Paul.

Pros? Sangria, tapas and the fact that Paul doesn’t even bat an eyelid when pressed to describe the merits of individual Doctor Who episodes from the 1970s.
Cons? I have lost all faith that Adidas are going to take seriously my proposal for a new shoe made entirely of discarded VHS tapes.

Friday – Promise dines again with The Selfs

Pros? Mum goes all-out on a cooking extravaganza, and we all end up sitting around drinking wine and sipping tea until about 11, an over-run from our normal dining length of “about seven minutes” of several hours.
Cons? There were home-made chocolate brownies. I’m not sure there are any cons.

Saturday – Doctor Who returns!

Pros? High-definition time-lord loveliness, and even Oliver texts in his approval afterwards.
Cons? Once again The Doctor completely ignored my application to travel in the TARDIS with him. I’m starting to suspect I don’t quite look the part.

Sunday – It’s Easter, but it feels more like Christmas with a big extended family meal served up.

Pros? Lovely to see everyone! We even had a representative from the American outpost family, Sophia, who fills me with renewed hope that one day soon I will make it to California again.
Cons? I haven’t yet made it to California again.

Monday – As quite regularly happens, we all become unduly fascinated by dad’s pictorial encyclopaedia from 1957.

Pros? We now have transistors, appreciate the existence of continental plates and don’t engage in quite so dodgy racial theorising.
Cons? We haven’t achieved a state of perpetual ‘peace with our fellow man’, either. You win some, you lose some.

Today’s post title comes courtesy of All Caps, via Katie. No, Harry Potter isn’t dead either.