The reality of work was reasonably exciting yesterday afternoon, as we found a baby bat just outside the office which had been attcked by a magpie. Attempts to nurse it back to health ended with having to call the campus authorities, who bore it away muttering something about 'pest control'. Alas, poor Betty. I'm not normally a great animal lover, especially if the animal concerned looks like a furry locust, but after sharing my desk with Betty for an hour I got quite tearful and began squeaking about protected species and sanctuaries and 'please let me know what happens'. A grip needs to be got.

Meanwhile, I bought some fantastic goat's cheese from the farmer's market and freely gorged myself on it, on the grounds that it was coated in edible charcoal which aids digestion. Although on reflection that probably didn't help with the Twin Peaks dreams...