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For the 1st time ever ever, last night I was a member of the winning team in a pub quiz. Hoorah. The elation. I definitely didn’t use the gps on my phone to cheat, nor did I glimpse any answers off the quizmaster’s answer sheet.

2nd night out with the new housemonsters and we’re on a roll. The last time we had a few drinks, those drinks turned into a few bottles and then it was gone midnight, sitting out looking over the river and we deemed it necessary to swim it… and back again. This was over a week ago now, and Rachael had to take the rest of the week off. It was surpisingly warm, which would have been the fermenting sewerage. Probably not very sensible but a mild sense of accomplishment nonetheless.