No rest for the wicked...

Well, if you do end up working on Saturday, always make sure you're properly hydrated.
Don't worry overly, I did go out last night. Firstly to the Welsh College of Music and Drama for their free Friday evening jazz sessions and to celebrate a friend handing in her thesis (most civilized) then on to meet friends for drinking and dancing (Messy. Necessitated an apology email this morning. I get a bit 'handsy' when I'm a little tipsy)
Anyway, I'm enjoying this task. I'm editing a collection of essays on crime fiction with another post-grad and we've had permission from Ian Rankin to reproduce one of his essays published elsewhere. Unfortunately, his publishers haven't been able to send us an electronic copy so I'm typing it up by hand. Which is a job I'm able to do with the wonderful Radio 6 blasting away and a glass of Sauvignon to hand. It's one of those jobs that is fairly tedious but compulsive, like decorating or weeding.