Such beautiful faces

My beautiful friends David, Rosie and Andrew. No, they weren't drunk. They just look like this.

Not a great start to the day; ended up sticking around for half an hour after a lecture to hear a lecturer's life story (rookie error) and didn't get the mark I wanted on that damned Eliot essay in the end. Stormed home and anger-baked. By the time the lemon cupcakes were iced, my anger had dissipated, and there was cake to be had.

The evening was much more of a turnaround. Spent a bit of time helping Matt out with his campaign stuff and then met up with these lovely people in the Duck and completely lost track of time. We all met in Edinburgh two years ago taking a Brecht production up to the Fringe, a lot of us were on year abroads last year, and now we're all finalists, so it's been a bit of a struggle to catch up with everyone. This is a reduced group meet-up, but it was still lovely to have some of the family back together again.