I met my ex-housemate from my previous (and disastrous) Lancaster house-share and we caught up on what we'd been up to over Christmas and how our respective jobs/university courses are going (she's training to be a mid-wife, way too much contact with other people's bodily fluids for my liking but I guess someone's got to do it!) whilst attempting (and largely failing) to drink hot chocolate in a respectable way i.e. without getting whipped cream all over our noses.
Then I had to run home and meet Kasia, a girl I met through work who is studying for her PhD on a very similar topic to what I am currently researching for my dissertation. She recently moved to Reading but was back in Lancaster to attend the Moor House seminar today. I offered her a sofa to stay on so she could arrive in Lancaster a day earlier than the seminar for a catch-up and a drink. Except this drink was of the alcoholic variety and involved the pub quiz. A group of us from work always got to the pub quiz at The Sun every week in an attempt to usurp the team of elderly know-it-alls from the top spot. They always still win but we do get a selection of free cheese (Lancaster is seriously obsessed with cheese I have found) and bread half way through the evening.
The seminar was quite good today, though it's a bit of a surreal feeling to be chatting to someone who you've admired from afar for their views on dissolved organic carbon trends published in Nature journal articles over the provided lunch of steak pie and some sort of strange looking vegetable paste. My dad was there too because he works for an environmental management company and I had all his colleagues coming up to me and saying "Ooooh, I haven't seen you since were THIS big!" They seemed to find it surprising that I had somewhat matured in the last 10 years. Still, I suspect I too will be guilty of exclaiming "My, how you've grown!" at such events in the future to some little toerag out there who is currently unable to eat solids but will blog about how annoying it is that old people can't believe child do, in fact, grow up.
I'm blabbing now. Goodnight.
H x
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