The Stork, The Guinea Pig & The Elephant

My father is a science man. He always has been. It doesn't mean he doesn't have other hobbies in life, or that that is all he does, 24/7 (come on, he also sleeps, but I do wonder if he dreams of equations, atoms and physic formulas), but it does mean that a big… A Book

So I did it. I cut my hair. Not super buzz-cut like I wanted (read here all about my buzz-cutting thoughts), but pretty short... Actually, it's just a bit longer than buzz-cut, without being bold... In fact, it's the kind of haircut my mother would despair at (hello mother), since she doesn't like… The Hair Fell To The Floor...

There is a woman that works at Durham's big Tesco who thinks I'm 18. She also thinks I'm super cute, slightly 'special' and adorable. She also has a lovely teenager who knows how to cook and if I married her, I would have my life sorted. That is one paragraph I never thought… I'm 18 Again

So, I'm in Durham this week (well, just three days) to get on with the induction week and registration for my PhD. So far, thoughts on Durham are: 1.- It is a far nicer place than I remembered. 2.- The University life is amazing. 3.- There is a 15-year-old in Tweed walking down the street. As in  real… Durham

I just had to kill a spider. I hate spiders. I hate them with a passion. I need a Tequila. Pronto! The End (for that Spider, that is...)…