I had the usual last-minute dash to finish the tutorial work before it had to be handed in, with the usual mixed success. Molecular interactions are not the stuff of which dreams are made.   Claire came over to make use of my computer this evening, with Dave in tow. The two of them proceeded to argue incessantly about who was to blame for various flat incidents, who was the most argumentative, etc., etc. Flat five assumed the roles of amused observers. We may go into business as counsellors, since we did a very good job of getting them to air their grievances. Possibly too good a job, since Dave left abruptly and did not return to flat 8.
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