But it's nearly the weekend.
Notable events of this week:
A giant Frankenstein's monster (Boris Karloff-esque) in front of the car show room I pass on my way home. Now replaced by an equally large and angry looking Octopus on the roof.
Looking out of the window to find my nextdoor neighbour's washing line was full of stuffed animals, pegged up to dry.
I videoed Tuesday's lunchtime seminar all by myself. I haven't watched it all yet, but so far it looks OK.
Snow on Tuesday. It didn't settle, but it looked quite impressively blizzardy for a bit.
Yesterday I wore a wrapover dress over trousers which caused my two office mates to comment, independently, that I looked smart. Does this mean I'm not usually smart or just that it was an outfit they hadn't seen before?
Make-it-up-as-you-go-along curries are sometimes odd, but sometimes delicious. This week's, which was actually a half-remembered Jamie Oliver recipe with chopped tomatoes and cream of coconut, but without half the crucial ingredients, was towards the delicious end of the spectrum.
I still need a haircut. Does anyone know any good hairdressers in Cambridge?