Wednesday

Last night I was woken at about 3am by a horrible, satanic squealing - like some sinister goblin was hiding under the bed and cackling at me. Turned out that Little Mouse had discovered a long forgotten squeaky toy and was having fun with noise.

I went back to sleep and had the classic 'teeth all falling out' dream - except on this occasion I was on a date that was, miraculously, going quite well - literally all my teeth fell out at the same time.

I have to take 29 students for an xmas drink later - from about 4.30pm I shall be in a pub in the Old Town, gritting what little teeth I have left. It's going to be a fairly difficult day anyway - I need to assess the first year presentations and do the final tutorials - and brief them for the Xmas break  (4 weeks!).

My last evening class now looks like it's tomorrow night - and then it's just year 2 presentations on Friday - and a weeks admin... including my appraisal on Tuesday next week ( and my extraction on Friday morning ay 8.30am )

I'll be really glad when this week is over.