I may not have been at the pub quiz, but I sure enjoyed eating the prize this morning. Mocha fudge. The best accompaniment for getting ready for work.

I also had the good fortune to be standing next to the chattiest man in Oxford - chatty enough to distract the barista sufficiently that he accidentally made me a medium instead of the small I'd paid for. Result.

(My apologies if my claw-like hand has creeped you out)