In the mood for blogging again, so here we go.

Today is Sunday, and in 20 mins I have my 2nd supervision of the day. Crap. It's in my room. My room is a tip... be right back.

Ok - that didn't take as long as I had expected - most of my washing up had been done. I've just worked through my PfVP practise paper and it includes some real beauties of questions - Why shouldn't pregnant women work with pregnant ewes? Is it because ewes don't like the smell or pregant women, or perhaps that women don't like the smell of ewes? Perhaps it's because sheep dogs might bite the pregnant women, or maybe it's because some forms of infectious abortion represent a zoonotic risk to pregnant women. Humm... let me think... To be fair, it does ask some real arses of questions too.

Yesterday was quite fun. I managed to do very little work, but in the evening we went out to Sarah and Rachel the vets' party to celebrate the coming end of term. It was quite good fun (I'm not going to go into the details), and included Thaddeus making ridiculous vodka and tomato juice concoctions. "Ah, a bloody Mary!" I hear you saying. No. This had flour in it... I ached, and stuck to my peroni! Alex and I left earlyish to come back to Braeside to feed everyone a cake we had bought earlier on, which was great fun, and then we went to Reece's to watch Corpse Bride. Has it come out yet? Have I just incriminated him? Oops. The film was good fun, and we eventually left at 2am after a great night :)