Secret Kitchen

There is a secret kitchen at work which is, in fact, right next door to the office I've occupied for the past two years (which is a sad indictment of my lack of curiosity and general tendency not to open doors to see what's on the other side of them). The kitchen contains a sink and a superior coffee machine and its existence appears to be known only to the PhD students on my floor of the building (and the cleaning staff who have, apparently, an arrangement with the PhD students not to lock them out of the kitchen). I only know about this because the RA (who I now dub SecretCoffeeDrinker) with whom I share my office used to be a PhD student here and he just (after a year of sharing the office) asked me if I wanted to go to coffee with everyone and then revealed the kitchen where I had a very pleasant cappucino with him and three other PhD students.

I haz a contract

For October/November.

I've been sparing this blog the trials and tribulations of getting this sorted out. It's for two months work on Proof Planning before I start on the spaceships stuff.

It was getting quite close to the wire though so this post is to signify a big *phew*

I do not haz contract

because the name of the funding agency is wrong.

Apparently a new FSL* has to be raised, then a new contract written....

sound of head repeatedly banging against a desk

* No, I have no idea what an FSL is.

Kin-strife: Part 19

In which we discuss what to do with the stolen maps; we are spied upon from on high by Celebrindor’s ghastly, grim and ancient raven; Celebrindor threatens to take matters to Heruvorn; the maps are hidden; Pimm shoots Celebrindor’s raven is shot out of the sky - hurrah; Dringol loans Bergil’s alta parma to Brand for copying; Celebrindor, with four cronies, attempts a burglary of the Moonswan; Pimm shoots Celebrindor in the strongroom – nasty; preparations are made for departure, including returning Bergil’s original manuscript to Dringol.

( From Ragnor's Player )