No one put a bet on Maykbe diva for me did they?? Curses!

It's been a heck of a few days. Apparently I have been voted president of the new Birkbeck Psychological Society even though a) I wasn't present and b) on Friday of last week I told all parties involved that I was taking no further part in the organisation. Huh? I have to untangle this sooner rather than later as I don't have the time to be referee, peace-maker, mediator, whatever for the warring factions who decided a neutral president would be ideal and that that person would be me.

Oh, and I was told about my new post via email as a fait accompli. What the??

Dinner, stats revision, then bed.

One more thing: if you live alone, don't lock the toilet door. It's just silly. No one is coming in to the bathroom. Cats can't open doors that are just closed and not locked. Why? We had the police around at 1.30am this morning to kick in the front door of the lady upstairs, and then kick in her bathroom door, which had locked and jammed on her. I'm sure the police enjoyed kicking in doors without drugs, guns or knives being involved, but it was fecking noisy and now I'm exhausted!