Cam.

Ten good things this weekend, chronologically:

1. When I arrived on Jesus Green it was like walking onto the set of a sitcom after a lengthy hiatus: enthusiastic shouting, getting picked up and twirled around, having beer pressed into my hand, etc. (So even better than a sitcom.)
2. The barbecue was if anything more fun than the one last year, because we had missed each other more, and had learned not to pick up the disposable barbecue and move it while it was still burning.
3. I showed up at Vicky's house the next morning to find Vicky and Bethmo giggling over washing-up; they had apparently had lots of orange juice for breakfast without remembering that they'd poured vodka into it the night before.
4. Enormous pub lunch. With quite bad sparkling wine, which was Reece's idea of a hangover cure.
5. Collective lying by the river at the Mill Pond, watching the punts roll across the lock and eating Tangfastics.
6. Everyone crammed in between the racks in the accessories department of Topman. "Did we just discover nu-rave?"
7. In the Maypole (as ever) Alex, Bethmo and I played a drinking game based on primes and numbers divisible by or ending in seven. I was forced to crush my opposition because it was suggested (nicely) that I wouldn't know primes, so we shouldn't include them in the rules. I suppose I might have had trouble if we'd ever gotten past 23.
8. The next morning I woke to an hour and a half of church bells, and showered while looking out on King's College Chapel and the Old Schools. "I'll never have a view this good again," said Becky, in whose room I was staying. It's a cheering thought that in my case, things can only get better. (My view is of the M4.)
10. Lunch in Mem Court, an afternoon flipping through the racks in Fopp, and an evening working ourselves into a sugar frenzy and watching "Constantine".

And then I woke up on Monday and realised I had to get to work by five. Which I did, and now there are ten days to go and a sea of admin to swim across. Then it's France and proper swimming.

I miss everyone now, and also the town itself; it's unlikely I'll be back for a while. But I'll have a new university town in October, and it was an excellent final weekend.