I went to Cambridge for the weekend to vote for the new chancellor, an election that they would rather not have had, but for which they gave all voters a University pin and, afterwards, plenty of cake. The establishment candidate won, which interesting as the others are was a good thing, though runner-up Brian Blessed would no doubt have thrown his heart into it. I also met up with various friends, including a “didn’t expect to see you here, how do you know these people?” moment (which was very nice, but rather unexpected). I also stayed up too late reading Anne McCaffrey novels, though admittedly 7pm is too late to stay up reading Anne McCaffrey novels when one is over 15, and came up with a useful fic scene during the drive.
Finally I realised that when your ‘new’ nice cardigan is 6 years old you are allowed to get a new one. Naturally this year’s colours are all completely wrong.