Calling Mr. Stainforth : Barrister & Solicitor

I had my first class, that I wasn't teaching, in two years today. It was a third year law class which was enough to wilt my shallow pool of confidence, what with all the talk of trusts, revised competition law and 500 pound legal writs produced in the first five minutes. But on the plus side I finally met my fellow inmates at the institute, all of whom seem like stand up ladies and gents.

The apartment is coming together well, in a bottom of the IKEA and dollar store barell kind of way. Still getting used to the tiny eccentricities, like when we were sure the oven would explode any moment, but we couldn't figure out how to turn it off, so we didn't cook for a day and a half, only to learn that it was just a pilot light heating up the stove.