Suicide Sunday

Don't worry! To the best of my knowledge nobody took their life, especially since the exam results take at least another week to publish these days.

I managed to get out of bed in time for Communion in the Fellow's Garden, after which the Chaplain produced some highly exotic chocolate chip brioche rolls. Experience in previous years has shown that there tended to be more jam on the grass than on the brioche.

I then returned to bed for a couple of hours before having second breakfast by the Cam with some friends. This was of course a Champagne Breakfast, but we didn't have much as everyone was suffering a little from the night before.

One punt nearly went ofer Jesus Weir, which was rather amusing. Not quite as amusing as the American tourists last year who took their punt into the lock and expected some sort of automated lift system.