In the great tradition of Flat Five Sundays, nothing much happened. Mark and I have a huge lump of tutorial work coming up. Somehow Monday seems to be a fitting time to do the work.   Sarah Langford comes to visit while we are planning dinner. She offers us some vegetables. Chris is despatched to obtain some carrots. He takes half an hour, and returns with carrots and beans. He claims to have been making polite conversation. 'Getting some carrots' has become a Flat Five euphemism.   Mark is being more mature than I am and is doing the first part of the work this evening. It is apparently horrible. This makes me even less inclined to do it. I am gaining an angel and a devil on my shoulders, one saying 'Do the work - you'll feel much better once it's done' and the other saying 'Oh sod it, do it tomorrow'.   I do some washing, to avoid a sock crisis.
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