Bond was in is office working on the next few weeks' lesson plans. He didn't want his students to get too complacent with his classes.

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Bond was in his office, cup of coffee in hand, going over his plans for tomorrows lesson. Since it was the final, he needed to come up with something different, something special.

The door was open.

Rather than work on his class for tomorrow, Bond had decided to start planning next semester's classes. And to continue repressing the previous weekend as he had the last few days.

Mmm...repression.

Much as Bond might have liked to have gone drinking and wenching last night, he had not.

This had not been because of the copious amounts of lace cravats, stockings, and rather silly hats his wardrobe suddenly contained. They mightn't have been to his taste, but he'd worn stranger in his time.

It was because of the long, luxurious, locks he was currently unsuccessfully trying to hack off with a letter opener. A man had his dignity after all.

[ooc: Door is closed. Post is wide, wide open.]

Bond was not napping in his office. He was preparing his lesson plan for Friday.

With his eyes closed. Yes. He knew the material that well.

[Door closed, post open.]

Bond sat in his office with the windows open to catch the breeze. Rather than plan his next lesson, he had a pulp spy novel and was mentally listing all the things which would have gotten the lead killed if he was real.

The door was open.

While he wouldn't say he'd lost track of time, Bond had spent the previous few days holed up working on his final for tomorrow. Of course, given the sheer amount of coffee he'd drunk, that didn't explain why he was yawning so much.

Every so often he frowned at his mug. Something wasn't right here.

Relieved by the lack of a repeat appearance of a horde of young children over the weekend, Bond was working on his lesson plan for Wednesday.

Very occasionally, something resembling a smirk crossed his features. Okay, not so much with the 'occasionally'.

There being a severe lack of peeps in England, Bond had collected quite a number of them yesterday after they'd hardened, and was now experimenting in ways to eat them.

Currently he was holding a skewer of them over a Bunsen burner he'd acquired somewhere.

Bond had missed his office hours the day before due to a short head cold, and was holding them today instead.

Of course he seemed more interested playing on his computer than actually working.

Those poor soft toys.