First day back at uni. No colour coded timetable so a frantic dash between lectures and the timetable board, which all turned out to fruitless as a third of them were cancelled, ok one out of three, and were all about how the work really starts tomorrow, I tell you, lecturers, don’t they get enough holiday? Anyway black pudding, well, not sure how it fits in but will let on when I know, something to do with women and the early centuries of the common era!
Greenbelt over, school looming. Is there much to look forward to save for the usual autumnal festivities? It’s no good thinking that the year...
