Glittering Prizes

The "We must meet for lunch", written in Christmas cards by ex-flatmate K and me for several years, did not come to pass until today.

Beneath the chandeliers of The Dome we perused the obituaries for the head of department and his predecessor whom, in our different rôles, we served some years ago. Both were distinguished scientists, with much important - even life-saving - research to their name.

Of course, many other topics came up over the two hours or so, but even without the Great and the Good to discuss, further lunches will be planned in the future.

Edit: I have tweeked the photo by straightening the ceiling a bit; I'm not convinced that the chandelier is hung true!