I mock with much affection and silly grins.

I know, Karl. But I bet you wouldn't enjoy it as much if I didn't respond in kind.

I am indeed at Nottingham. We must find a way to see each other while we're so comparatively close.

It should be pretty easy! I'm trying to apply to Nottingham for an MA, so I might come down to check the place out. :)

If you do, let me know when and I'll try and give you the student tour. :)

Huh - a friend of mine who desperately wanted to be in the RAF, but wasn't able to join for medical reasons, assured me it referred to a wobbly loop-the-loop. But he may have been on crack.

(OMG the peaches and cherries are TEH YUM!!!1!).

Mmmmmm cherries! I've been eating fresh strawberries by the boat load of late, but then on Friday I bought some cherries and O. M. G. Yummy like an uberyummy thing. The only way they could be yummier is if they were dipped in molten darkish chocolate. And then I would just expire from joy.

It just got ridiculously cold here overnight. I could deal with 28-30 degrees farenheight. But this? This is in the flipping teens. Brrr.

tee hee hee

t / mean expat Brit

Laugh it up in your tropical climes! I will shiver in my thin coat, like a poor child from the Victorian era. But with perhaps better hair.

How are you dear?

Pretty good, all in all. We're being Offsteded today and tomorrow (well, not actual Ofsted, but an international equivalent - checked out so we can be given Accreditation, whatever that means) which is a bit scary. And I missed lunch and had no appetite for breakfast, so I'm quite hungry now. Also frustrated, because after wolfing through the first two books of the Song of Ice and Fire they don't seem to have the third or fourth available for love or money. Damn it. So I've started reading The Dragonbone Chair, as I've never got around to it. Quite enjoying it, but I wanted to read more George RR Martin, damn it, and this isn't quite scratching that itch.

Um. Possibly a fuller answer than you planned on?

Meanwhile, though, I'm gleefully wallowing in the newfound joy of last.fm, which provides me with a whole 'radio station' of similar folks in response to being told who my favourite musician is. Which is really quite fabulous.

Mmm, accreditation. The bane of every reputable school ever.

Hee. Last.fm is a thing of beauty (I am, unsurprisingly, sathinks on there if you want to nose around and find me). I find pandora.com is what I usually end up using, because I really like the interface. But social music software is really an awesome thing.

I am...not working? Yet? See, I have this big stack of files and tapes for this one particular consultant, who has the absolute worst dictation manner I have ever encountered, which is really saying something because some people seem to think their dictaphone belongs up their ass instead of in front of their face. But his dictation obviously has to be done; I'm just putting it off. Also I'm still really peeved about something that happened over the weekend, while simultaneously trying *not* to be so peeved by it, and I could have used about three more hours of sleep.

Which is probably a fuller reply than *you* were looking for!

Sigh. Mondays. Why, god, why?