In yet another awful fashion reprise, some of the students (and one of the more youthful staff members) at college are wearing slightly modified versions of the atrocious bubble skirts that I remember from the late '80's. The horror.

However, it is just under a month to Christmas, so I'm excited! Our most recent set of house guests have left, giving us five days to sort ourselves out before Bobby's mum arrives on Monday. I just wish I had more time to do Christmassy things, but this year term only ends on the 21st. I am a bit outraged about that, because that means that this will be the first year ever that I've worked on my birthday (which is on the 20th). That, plus the fact that I have a follow-up appointment with the neurologist on the evening of the 20th (since I'm still dizzy) has made me decide to pretend that my birthday is on the 22nd this year, so I can have a proper celebration instead of a day of work followed by a doctor's appointment.

Better go wake Sophie, it's 7 already ... She's dreadful to get up in the mornings these days, I can't imagine what she'll be like when she's a teenager.