Over, almost.

Exams are over. Excuse me while I chuckle and let out a wee scream of joy.

You can only ever do your best, and I truly did. 9 hours of intense revision a day for countless weeks better pay off, or else...

One feels slightly elated, freedom and hope in equal measures methinks

So, yesterday after the final exam my fellow students and I found, with great difficulty I should add, a pub in the borough that is Kensington. And then we found another, and then we had dinner and finally we returned to Pub 2, losing members of the harem at each stage in the transition.

Things about yesterday I wish to remember-

a) The call I received from The Dame as I sipped my Bloody Mary in pub1.
'You remember that restaurant we went to where I had those skewered vegetables?'
'Yes, I do, now what about it?'
'Well, I'm making them tonight' said she. That's correct, she can cook! 'I just wanted to know what those onions were that they used. I can't seem to find small onions and I don't think they were pickled onions?' At this point she seemed a little baffled poor love.
'Um, well why don't you get some shallots; they're small enough.'
'Okay, and do I boil the onions beforehand?' she purred.
'No!'

This afternoon I simply couldn't resist:
Text to The Dame:
'One can't help but wonder how The Dame's kebabs shaped up. Were the onions small enough? What recipe was used? Can The Dame cook?'

the reply:
'Ah ha! Duke, your Dame is well accomplished in kebabs (pardon the pun)!. V successful effort if I do say so myself. In addition, the doctor and I are going for a coffee next wk!'

Well I'm glad things are rolling over. Perhaps my desire of securing handcuffs, an entire policeman's outfit, a pair of scrubs and a stethoscope might all just be realised (an inside joke).

b) Spending some quality time with Miss Joss-Stone-hater (we've had a discussion, though any resolution on the issue couldn't be further from the horizon) and Miss get-a-room, both of whom I much love. Finally managed to meet their boyfs, both of whom are equally nice. I believe we were all rather merry towards the end of the night, even though Mr ProPlus was clearly sloshed by 5pm. A special mention to Mr Tech (he with whom I spent many an hour revising/he who is building a jet engine in his spare time- whatever happened to quiet knitting? Miss unravel was also there. She has recently started her own blog and it is going very well. Though, I feel hers is a tad more personal than mine, and raw (yes, even rawer than mine, a different sort of raw mind). Oh yes and we mustn't forget Miss best boobs.

All in all a great time. Plenty more to come me hopes.

Am now back up north, in the middle (sort of) of the UK, at home. Nearly fell asleep in the bath. An almost tragedy. Am very much looking forward to reading books, eating glorious food (there is more to Indian cuisine than the korma, please be assured). Also, will watch a heap of time watching films, gossiping, and going to the Cinema.

Another point...

M and the Boyf went on holiday last week. A fluffy holiday in Portugal. Needless to say, they are now both back and I am about to speak with M after a good long time! Our conversation will commence with my pursuing the subject of books M managed to read whilst on holiday. Not that any of my recommendations will be mentioned (an exception being 'Notes on a Scandal' which I hope has been finished).

Now, you know me. Films, books, sex and food are basically my life in four words. Is it justifiable to find it puzzling that M is never interested in any of my recommendations unless they concern a ring with magical powers, men with deranged foreheads and excruciatingly long white beards speaking in a foreign tongue? I suppose it could be worse, It call all depend on the landing of a mothership or Unidentified Flying Object. Sigh.