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So I disappeared a bit last week because I caught a Cold of D00m from my second supervisor. I actually took 2 days off work feeling sorry for myself and everything. (In my defence, staring at monitors was making my eyes stream, although I realised after a bit that sitting in bed moping made me feel worse - bizarrely, when I got up and cleaned the bathroom I felt better. Go figure.)
While I was off-colour, I developed a sad addiction to Nanny 911. Which I'm still trying to get over. Meeple.
In any case, by the following weekend I'd largely thrown it off, so went to the Liberty Festival in Trafalgar Square with flatmate and brother, which was good fun. There were some circus performers who were awesome, and three of my favourite Ouch! podcast comedians, wheeeee!
This last week has been a bit random, with things happening at work left, right and centre. I'd got some workers to set up a colony and lay some eggs, so I moved them out and placed my second hibernating queen on their colony, and as of Friday at least, she was taking to it and being generally queenlike. Since the other queen is now doing a grand job and the colony there is thriving, I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself on the queen-founding front. Especially when the nutty guy we had in the lab a few months ago had about 50 hibernating queens, of which three actually founded. Even 1/2 compares fairly favourably with 3/50...
And on Friday, our next door neighbour randomly gave us an apple and pear pie! I'm polishing off the last slice tonight, and it's very yummy. That was really sweet. It's lovely to know that even in this day and age where many people (especially in London, unfortunately) never even speak to their neighbours, things like that still happen.
Currently reading Spirit Gate by Kate Elliott and highly recommend so far. Assuming there isn't a crap ending that spoils it all!
Am giving a talk on Friday at a conference. It's a small London postgrad affair, so not a big deal, but a good exercise in presenting and networking, I'm sure. Wheee.
While I was off-colour, I developed a sad addiction to Nanny 911. Which I'm still trying to get over. Meeple.
In any case, by the following weekend I'd largely thrown it off, so went to the Liberty Festival in Trafalgar Square with flatmate and brother, which was good fun. There were some circus performers who were awesome, and three of my favourite Ouch! podcast comedians, wheeeee!
This last week has been a bit random, with things happening at work left, right and centre. I'd got some workers to set up a colony and lay some eggs, so I moved them out and placed my second hibernating queen on their colony, and as of Friday at least, she was taking to it and being generally queenlike. Since the other queen is now doing a grand job and the colony there is thriving, I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself on the queen-founding front. Especially when the nutty guy we had in the lab a few months ago had about 50 hibernating queens, of which three actually founded. Even 1/2 compares fairly favourably with 3/50...
And on Friday, our next door neighbour randomly gave us an apple and pear pie! I'm polishing off the last slice tonight, and it's very yummy. That was really sweet. It's lovely to know that even in this day and age where many people (especially in London, unfortunately) never even speak to their neighbours, things like that still happen.
Currently reading Spirit Gate by Kate Elliott and highly recommend so far. Assuming there isn't a crap ending that spoils it all!
Am giving a talk on Friday at a conference. It's a small London postgrad affair, so not a big deal, but a good exercise in presenting and networking, I'm sure. Wheee.
