Dusty Lab again

I'm back in my lab. I was away for 4 days and it is so dusty. I'm tidying and cleaning up and getting ready for a synthesis on Thursday (I was going to do it today, but a few things weren't ready plus I was delayed by scrambled eggs with truffle oil that I had to eat this morning-damn live in cooks).

The last few days have been lovely and relaxing. Mr Bob has hardly been in the lab at all. We've eaten a lot of cheese, drunk a lot of wine, played the world's most annoying game of hearts (not only did Mr Bob win, he was at -30 when the game ended with Kate at 106 and myself at 96), and I've turned the heat up in house as a Christmas gift to us all (we are usually very stingy with heat, hence gifts of bathrobes, slippers and long underwear).

Later today I will post the final Iggy chapter.

Part 7 of 7 (I decided to actually end at the end in which the moral of the story is how to get into Harvard grad school)

Iggy didn't expect to see the guy again. Great looks, great body, great..uh.. skill and a lot of Tequila had led to a great time, but not really a relationship kinda great time.
So she was surprised when, weeks later, late at night, there was a knock on her door and a her Marine friend showed up looking hopeful.
It was a shame she thought as she regretfully closed the door. But the night before her last final is not the time to responding to a booty call, no matter how cute the Abercrombie and Fitch model is.

Now really, I think Iggy owes some pictures.