Try as I might, I can't quite think of what to say to mark the UB's second birthday. I guess it's still a baby. Jelly and ice cream for everyone; let's play pass the parcel.
Back in the real world, I survived waking up and getting myself to work alone more or less unscathed. I've written a list of things I'd like to do while TA is away and I'm feeling a little braver than yesterday. How did I manage so many years as a single girl?