As I sit here sipping weak martini and lemonade waiting for the calls to come in (i'm on call tonight - again), I'm thinking of previous nights on call.
It can go from deadly silence, where the phone never rings in 12 hours, to absolute chaos and all I get is 2 hours sleep.
At least I have a day off tomorrow, and the extra hour in bed.
The hallowe'en party was a good laugh, and for once I looked worse than I felt. My skin has a distinctively pale pallour, and I even managed to get white streaks in my own black hair. I feel that a good night was had by all, and even the students saw the funny side when myself and a colleague came tottering in together at 4 am this morning. That's one of the occasions where I really can't bollock any students - as I may be in a worse state.