It's been fairly hectic these last few days, up to Edinburgh last Saturday, where I watched the best weekend of the Premiership so far. Then I had to come back to London on Monday to get to the hospital for Tuesday morning. Happily they let me out straight away and are transferring me to a specialist in obscure gut illnesses at some other hospital, which has freed up this week nicely for seeing as many people as possible before Christmas.

On Wednesday I went round to Clayton's with beer and a chicken, for Winterfest which was quality. Completely stuffed with food until well into Thursday afternoon. Last night I headed to the Bell with Simon and Will, which has recently been redecorated in what Simon informs me is a '1920s / Bordello' style. They've accomplished this with an assortment of the most alarming wallpaper known to man, and a strange painting of a very angular cow. It took a few pints to soften the impact.

By coincidence I'm heading back there tonight to see the Old School staff from Hampton Pool, but before that I've got to pack my bags to go to Wales tomorrow morning and then Northumberland on Wednesday.

Meanwhile I've tried to revise more procedure for the exam in January, but it's a struggle. As I study more, I become less convinced that I'll be able to guess the answers, and I've even started to question my theory that most of the answers will be C. Recent evidence suggests that B is just as likely. At least A can still safely be ruled out for the vast majority of questions, but it's going to be tougher than I though.

Somehow managed to get drunk with only £6 on Monday night, mainly because Simon kept buying me drinks, but also partly because of the generosity of our fellow drinkers in the White Hart. Thankyou, on the offchance that you're reading this :-)

We had our Christmas dinner last night, and it was surprisingly good. Me and Jol managed to get the Turkey clean and smothered in butter, and even successfully basted it a few times. Emma made the stuffing, and the cauliflower which we grudgingly included for the sake of tradition and iron intake even though nobody likes it really because it's just not as good as broccoli.

This morning I actually managed to get up at 8, but appear to have caught some kind of illness during the night. I've been sneezing and coughing all morning and my throat is raw. Eventually I passed out for about half an hour whilst trying to open the curtain. Realising that the situation probably called for a more substantial remedy than blowing my nose, I set off to Sainsburys to get some Lemsip Max Strength Capsules, soup and orange juice because that's all supposed to help. Except the capsules are rubbish. The foil that keeps them in the packet is stronger than the capsules, so when you try to burst them out of the foil, they just get squashed. I had to chew my way through the packet to get them out, like a heroic Vietnam veteran biting the top off a phial of morphine.

My brain seems to have given up sleeping. It doesn't matter how long I lie in the darkness, perfectly comfortable, waiting to drift off to sleep, it just doesn't happen. So I've given up, and decided to work at night instead in the hope that eventually I will fall asleep and everything will go back to normal.

Apart from Mitz's Birthday and the French pick-pocket on Saturday night, and spending Saturday afternoon cruising round with the police, I've been working on a website for the Inner Temple Debating Society. It's been way more interesting than revising the CPR, but it's been quite tricky and it's nowhere near finished.

Can't think of anything else to write about. I'm sure there's more to it than this, but never mind. The CPR has melted my brain to the point that I am no longer capable of independent thought. Apparently it's Christmas soon...

I've started revising already for my multiple choice exam on 5th January. Civil Procedure still hurts my brain, but I've bravely allocated this entire week to revising it. It's amazing how absolutely anything else is more interesting than revision. Yesterday I was distracted by the interest rates available on savings accounts, and the prices of motorbike helmets. The futility of this can only have been increased by the fact that I don't even have any savings, or a motorbike. But it was still more interesting than Civil Procedure.

Today I've run into an absolute dead-end as to how you sue people from Denmark. Irritatingly, Denmark appears to be in a slightly different position to everywhere else, and although I don't specifically plan to sue any Danish people I need to understand it because I'm sure there are going to be some in the exam.

It's all over! The first term at law school has finished! (Unless you're on the LPC - unlucky) My last exam was yesterday morning, I handed in the coursework straight after that, and then headed to the Cittie of Yorke, which is where it all starts to get a bit hazy. I do remember a good solid cheese and pickle sandwhich. Around six thirty I found my sponsor at his Chambers. He'd just got some armed robbers successfully convicted an was out for a celebratory drink. Being Scottish he turned to whisky by the end of the evening and I felt compelled to join him, which in retrospect may have been a mistake. He then left me to chat to some other barristers from his chambers and I'm not sure what I said to them, but I don't remember there being any violence so I can only assume it went alright. Presumably I left and got the tube back to the flat. I then remember colliding with Rob's football kit which lurks stealthily in the darkness just inside the front door, on it's way to the laundrette. Following a similar collision with my bed, all became darkness.
Today I have been nursing the most appalling hangover. I awoke around ten to find that I had neglected to remove my contact lenses. Staggering to the bathroom I observed that I had somehow removed my shirt without unbuttonning it, and that my suit will have to go to the drycleaners. I got the contact lenses out and managed to force down about two spoonfulls of cereal and a lot of apple and mango juice before returning to bed, and was finally recovered by about three. For some reason I then set about cleaning both bathrooms and the kitchen, which has taken over three hours. I even used our 'hoover' to neatly arrange all the dirt in the hallway into two neat lines along the walls.
Now I'm hungry and I don't know where my flat-mates are. Even the football kit has deserted me. There is a plate of chilli in the fridge which Rob made last night and optimistically left out for me to eat when I got home. Maybe it can be microwaved...