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Well, I'm back in St Andrews with surprisingly few misadventures, pigeon-shaped or otherwise. I am somewhat glad to be back, having now all got all unpacked and bought a pint of milk from the shop over the road. I'm exhausted, having not slept for apparently a million years; I've also had on and off heartburn for about ten days, which last night led to me lying on the sofa and wondering if I was, in fact, possibly just having a low-grade heart attack.

Anyway, the heartburn has lifted, which is great. Mum went for her hospital appointment this morning and discovered that it was all a false alarm and all is well, which is even better. I suspect the listing of the heartburn and this news is connected. Eh. Who knows?

I watched all the new Red Dwarf last night. ( Spoilers! )

So, yes, back in St Andrews. It's been an odd few days but it's nice to be back in a room without the consant pervading fear that Megan and her Smell will descend.