Well hello. It's Sunday evening. I'm not up to much at the moment. I've just had dinner. I had haggis, potato and leeks. I recommend the combination and anyone wanting to try it is welcome to join me next time.

After Belmont this morning, Rosie and I went to Mincinglake Valley Park, which is about 15 minutes walk from her house to the north. Thankfully, the image I had of a lake full of cows being minced was absent.

We went to the chaplaincy rooms on the campus afterwards. I used to have hall rep meetings in there in the first/second year. It used to be brown and magnolia, but has had a makeover, and is now light blue and dark blue.

Saturday was a great day. Well, the first bit wasn't so good - we found out about the cost of the Panda. I went into town to buy Rosie a present. I bought some 'body spray' from H & M. It's Holiday flavour. We drove out of Exeter at about 1ish, heading south. As predicted, with the new discs not worn in, the brakes were reeeally amusing. As planned, Rosie didn't know where I was taking her until we were about 1 mile away. It was good in Salcombe. Salcombe is right down on the south coast of Devon. It's the thinking man's holiday town. It has shops selling panninis and baguettes, not sticks of rock. There are no rubber floating inflatable objects other than a couple of the locals. We had lunch in a coffee shop. The irony. We ordered two orange juices, but they only had enough for 2 glasses about 8/9th full, so they offered us a free can of coke. Asta la vista - great.

On the way home we went through Totnes and Teignmouth. Felt like I'd been out and about quite a bit.

We had dinner at my house, and then went to KFC for a snack with Gavin at 21.45. I have to say, the experience was very bizarre. We parked up in the carpark and we were virtually the only car not sporting Halfords alloys and a lowered suspension. I didn't even have my hair gelled virtically, and Rosie's legs were not on display at all. Inside was where the action was, however. When I ordered what I wanted, the guy on the till said the guys in the kitchen wouldn't cook any more corn on the cob, because they were closing in an hour. The customer is always wrong. He explained that if they cooked ten, they probably would only sell one or two. I said I only wanted one, so why not cook one. He didn't get it. I said I'd have some fries instead. Amusingly, the fries cost more than the corn... Next up was chicken nuggets. A safe bet, surely. He did indeed have some. I asked for ten, like I had in Russia. They arrived in a squareish box about 10cm tall and 5cm wide. They were not nuggets, they were about the size of 3 peas joined together. I said I'd have a small pepsi to drink, and he said "no, you can't". Apparently, they're just for kids. So I went for the medium. We were all still hungry, especially me, after my micro-meal. So we all got an Avalanche, an ice-cream to a layperson. Gaz and I wanted Flake topping, but the guy on the till said we couldn't as they had none. So I said I'd have chips on top instead. He actually reached for the chips. Unbelievable. Magically, some Flake appeared.