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Lunchtime
Lecturers who give out food should be encouraged. Bananas, peanuts, rusks and marshmallows make for happy vet students ;). All in the context of using monkeys for experimental work.
Lunchtime, then. In the temperorary-building that is the vet school's canteen (and always has been, and probably always will be, despite the odd H&S report). Outside, bright sunshine like an over-exposed photograph. Inside, people sit, bored, waiting for their inevitably-delayed lunch to deign to arrive. Ben is, as ever, reading the Torygraph, or at least flicking through it, before attacking the crossword. Eventually, my lunch arrives, which I eat quickly, and depart, to the computer room, with it's dire keyboards, and dodgy NT setup.
Lunchtime, then. In the temperorary-building that is the vet school's canteen (and always has been, and probably always will be, despite the odd H&S report). Outside, bright sunshine like an over-exposed photograph. Inside, people sit, bored, waiting for their inevitably-delayed lunch to deign to arrive. Ben is, as ever, reading the Torygraph, or at least flicking through it, before attacking the crossword. Eventually, my lunch arrives, which I eat quickly, and depart, to the computer room, with it's dire keyboards, and dodgy NT setup.