This is how we do it...

Well, this week has been fun. I really love catching up with people after Christmas an having a good get together. Maybe I might have been a bit too caught up in the joviality of the New Year and our renewed vigour for the drinking holes of London, as I seem to have spent most of the day with my head in a textbook (by with I mean frantically searching Wikivet), trying to keep my head just enough above the water to avoid being dragged away in the passing Virology tide.

Saturday was an interesting one. "Fancy being in a Foals video tomorrow?" said Amber. "Yeah, why the hell not", I reply. An interesting affair; come in black and white and be ready to dance, so I couldn't really say no! The swigs of Jack Daniels undoubtedly kept us going, even through a rather messy circle pit but fun was had by all. Found another amazing little pizzeria gem in Islington too. Lovely.

Listened to several good podcasts this week, not to mention the discovery of Radio 4s Infinite Monkey Cage. Science can be fun they say! Still, I really do find Brian Cox dull.

Another week down; birthday celebrations and cakes, too much chocolate, two trips to McDonald's, a lost favourite biro, singing about haemagluttin and a few whiskeys too many. But at least I know the difference between a sylvatic cycle and an urban one.

New Year.

Okay. So its the new year and I have many things on my resolution list, including to keep my blog updated. And I will stick to it. Promise.

Many things have happened since my last visit. Lambing, dairying, pigging, being eaten by icky dogs at the RSPCA. Awesome farm visits on Thursday afternoons. IgD make jam donuts for the IgM. Manic revision. Sleepless nights wondering if I truly did understand the basis of an ELISA test and if I could remember where the spleen was. Finding a house to live in. Passing my first year and realising it aint that bad after all. Paris and Reading festival. A much needed rest.

Then second year, the first term of which filled me with dread but actually wasnt that bad seeing as I managed to pass. A boozier, rockier term than I expected but somehow I managed to pull through to an interesting, rainy Christmas. Too much cake, mice and expectation, I think. 

So here we are. 2013 and hopefully more attentive blogging because I would actually like to remember these years when I am 100 and living with my 50 cats.

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