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I didn't get to the GSA Christmas party last night; instead I ended up massively over-ordering Chinese food (eleven giant dishes for seven people, plus starters and a quantity of espresso to shake us out of our MSG stupors), drinking wine at several pubs, being mocked for my snowflake-shaped reflector, which no one could see the point of at ALL ("Do cars drive on the pavement in Norway?"), and then provided with medallions to keep me safe from bears (a two-pence piece) and lions (a penny, and to be fair I was attacked by neither lions, bears nor cars on the way home), and being told by someone plunked rather heavily in my lap that I had "a silly little face", which on my protests was amended to "a nice little face".

Now I'm gazing at my almost-completed packing while drinking a cup of the tea Sarah got me, full of sodden little blue flowers that drift up to the rim of the cup. Home in twenty-four hours.