An erratic journal veering between a myriad of topics.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Another knackering day
I am bloody knackered. I've just spent six sodden hours wandering round the beautiful and decidedly cold city of Winchester with a group of students. I still need to teach for a further two hours. Then cycle home. In the rain. Then make dinner. Then get up and do it all over again tomorrow. Calling someone, somewhere: please, please give me a job that involves lots of sunshine and hanging round bars.