D is for delightful, and try and keep your trousers on
Fromage frais with flapjack-that-was-a-bit-too-crumbly sprinkled on top of it: dessert of the gods.

I just managed to do my slightly-too-large pile of washing up and then immediately create another, slightly larger pile. Clever.

I think I've forgotten how to do maths since I've stopped doing it all the time. It took me approximately a year^{[citation needed]} to work out how to do the serial dilution calculations for labs this afternoon, which was rather frustrating. I also managed to confuse the hell out of my (really, really cute) demonstrator by doing it wrong the first time and being unable to explain what I'd done or why I'd done it. Fortunately I managed to work it out and finish pretty quickly anyway, so I could get home and, er, completely fail to do any work. Genius.

Admittedly the only proper work I've got is a lab report about the antibiotic properties of honey (boring), based on a series of practicals (from the mad lecturer who thinks diseases originate from space) testing the antibiotic properties of various things, including green potato skins and some completely random types of mould. Turns out, most of those don't have any antibiotic properties whatsoever (what are the odds), nor do any of them happen to produce penicillin (something we also tested for). Gosh how surprising. Manuka honey was the only thing that actually did anything, hence my write-up.

Aside from that madness, er... SUNSHINE! IT'S EVERYWHERE, AAAAAAA. I can wear shorts and eat ice creams! And have been, it's rather lovely. I'm beginning to miss the amount of grass that I took for granted back home, seems like in Sheffield people have to grab every square inch in this sort of weather.

Blar.