Pies in our time

Mentioning my upcoming birthday (not for another week yet) is paying off handsomely. Not only have Owen and Bethan presented me with excellent books and stuff, Christine has come to my office bearing fine pie and quality real ales. So that's lunch sorted out anyway.

It's not all work, work, work

Sometimes, I'm actually happy. Last night, Mark and I had to agree a project grade. We did so and then repaired to an hostelry and drank fine ales in the garden, while talking solely about books and possible research we could do together - two hours passed by without notice.