Sarah cooked us a lasagne tonight. Her new bloke was staying for a while, so we got to meet him. Andy also came over for some free food, complaining that he hadn't seen Aldo for weeks and Chris was being miserable (he was off to the lab to salvage his project instead of coming over for dinner). The lasagne was very nice, and the garlic bread was well garlic-ed, although both had a tendency to sear the mouth rather. We ended up watching 'It'll be Alright On The Night 8' on the TV and complaining about Dennis Norden being a pain.   Mark is taking my PC home tomorrow, so this seems like a good enough place to end the diaries for the term.   Fin.
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