12

Somewhere in the low cloud are the Pentlands, but they've been hidden all day, and we've got at least another week of grim weather to come. After walking Django I took a bus into work where, in the company of my old colleague K, I listened to 12 ten-minute talks by students in my class. With 15 more tomorrow, it's an intense end to my teaching, but in 24 hours I'll just have marking and MSc supervisions to do until the course starts again next January. 

After the last talk, I had a meeting with PhD student J when, for once, we had a lot to talk about. 

Back home, I'll have a quick nap, before answering what will, I hope, be the last student query.