Gah, freshers' flu

I've had the dizzy feeling of my head being huuuuuuuge and stuffy all day, but I'm making sure to drink lots of water and especially tea, and Han-Ley has provided me with VapoRub to clear my nose.

This weekend saw another visit from Richard and Cez and another trip to B.A. dinner. There was pennying going on, even though there really shouldn't have been since there's a wine limit per table - I blame myself for inviting an undergrad... :P

I also moved most of my stuff into my new room, with Richard's help (poor guy - I'm pretty sure moving boxes wasn't a great part of his plans for the weekend) and that of a flatbed trolley borrowed from college. I have noticed that where you have very restricted route options as a result of trying to manoeuvre something that big through the streets without shaking it enough for anything to fall off, people have a tendency to

a) gawk, point or otherwise treat it like another marvellous tourist attraction
b) walk very slowly in front of you, even after looking around and showing all signs of having noticed your burden and apparent preferred speed (their speed = your AP speed divided by 5)
c) stand blocking the pavement while chatting with a friend or looking in a shop window, or
d) some combination of the above, whichever is most inconvenient at the time.

Before all this, there was a brilliant show of incompetence from the estate agents who rent the grad rooms out. As arranged, a key was left for me in the Plodge at the start of the weekend. I collected the key and let myself into the grad house with it. I tried it in the lock of my room door... and it refused to move. We gave up trying to turn the key for fear of bending it, took it back to the Plodge and borrowed the spare key - which, on inspection, was a suspiciously different shape than the key I'd been given... so for now I'm stuck using the spare until they give me my actual room key, since apparently no one in their office ever answers the phone at the weekend.

Ah well.

Vet-wise, I finally feel like I'm not trailing behind after the hospital stay (although I'm still waiting for any of the notes I missed to appear on the website, and will probably end up borrowing and photocopying), and have started revising, of all things. I've arranged to see some large animal practice with the local (Derry) vets early in December, and am still wondering if I can fit in a week's meat inspection before coming back to Cambridge for term start on the 7th. Does anyone else have this feeling of living life about 6 weeks behind where your mind's at?

Coming back to more immediate times: tomorrow I start the delightful Post Mortem rotation sessions. Maybe I should stop using the VapoRub for a bit...