Booze and exams.

It's far too hot to worry about exams, yet that's exactly what I have been doing. I had to deliver a set of oral tests on saturday, which threatened to go arse over tit when the examiner turned up at the wrong location, but eventually sorted itself out. Thence to the pub for a qucik couiple of beers with the students, by way of saying farewell, then home and football and beer. lots of beer. However, I didn't get especially pissed, as I sweated most of it out. Ended up setting up the tent in the garden and sleeping in it, alongside my son, whose bright idea it was. Of course, this meant I woke up to the screeching of hundeds of birds as the night slowly faded away. Yesterday was largley spent in sweltering away and drinking more beer.