It’s done. I’ve finished my exams for the semester.  They were tough, and the week of solid study leading up to them was pretty cruddy, but they’re done.  Now I just sit back and forget everything I learned, ready to be surprised when I get my results.  On Friday night, I came home and sat down, and promptly burst into tears at the prospect of  yet more study.  M came home and found me dolefully churning through the last set of notes I needed to digest before the exam, and staged an intervention:

That is, in M’s exotic bar-speak, a ‘pineapple drink’.  Pineapple, pineapple juice, gin, orange juice and lots of ice, whirred together until it’s all cold and foamy.  You can’t see it in this picture, but M has garnished my glass with a plastic sticky note, in the absence of any cocktail umbrellas. We decided that, instead of Friday night being a finish-off-the-study night, it would be a fruity cocktail night!  It was totally worth it.