Though I felt for sure I'd end up in Slytherin after my curmudegeonly Snape-like answer to question #1.
Sort me! Yay, badgers.
Something very strange has happened to the weather this week. It's not raining. I've actually had to start watering the garden again.
One of the marvellous things about being on a course this week is that I'm slap bang in the City of London. Longer commute, but it means that I'm within handy walking distance of actual sandwich shops at lunchtime. Oh, the bliss of being able to walk in and order something freshly made, where you can specify the ingredients, rather than salad-soggy bread in plastic casing, slathered with mayonnaise.*
My destination tube station is Liverpool Street too, which means that I've been able to pop into the Lush shop in the mainline station and stock up on bath goodies. Bliss. My bathroom smells lovely right now, and I haven't even taken my purchases out of their bags.
* I don't like mayonnaise. I may have mentioned this before once or twice, together with my deep and abiding resentment about how difficult it is nowadays to find a pre-build sandwich without the perishing stuff on it.