Summer’s finally arrived–along with the hottest day in the country in seven years, the royal baby, and impending thunderstorms. I don’t think all three of these things are related, but they could be. (Speculation is rife that Prince George is of supernatural origin.) I attended a roundtable on Freud’s cultural and analytical history, failed to visit Highgate cemetery (arrived fifteen minutes too late), attended the North Norfolk Real Ale Festival in Sheringham, found some horses in the marsh, and ate lots of ice cream. My dissertation is 1/3 drafted (rough, rough draft), I’m broke, and I’m currently leading in our ongoing domino championship, 2-1.