Life doesn't get much better than the enjoyment of tonight's portfolio of happiness. A dead bird in the Boys' Garden, cat p** on the gravel on the way in, which, as you might imagine, clung like a soggy magnet to several slippers; a case of misappropriation of sweets (which, I have to tell you, resulted in one LM owning up immediately and voluntarily - in front of the whole lodge during an emergency lodge meeting; and then, to put the icing on the cake, a fire alarm, which required the LMs to go back outside into the BG, being led along a somewhat curious path by Mrs C, who was acting in a quasi-pied piperine manner. Having ensured that everyone who should have been present was present, the LMs were treated to detailed instructions about how the cat p** might be avoided during the return journey to the dorms. As I said, happiness is Newton shaped.

Earlier however, a kind of literary war broke out, which may sound exciting, but when I tell you that 'because we can't use nerf guns we thought we'd use books as guns' your excitement threshold may have been surpassed. A declaration of peace was declared (yelled, actually) by the lodgemeister, and calm broke out once again on the top floor.

All this, and Rich Tea biscuits: what more can one ask for?

Enough. I now have a pile of work to get through before tomorrow morning, so I will bid you

Goodnight.