Almost the end of term.

I have been stuffing myself all day with various delicacies and titbits, courtesy of the ESOL department's end of term party. Wherever you find food and booze, especially booze, and especially when it's free, you will find ragged groups of EFL teachers, picking up scraps and sucking at bottles....
I have been working at nights of late, sitting at the bureau my dad brought over, and scrawling stuff in a notebook - -an attempt to kick-start the creative writing process once more. It is tempting to revisit old materials, but I am trying to resist that: I want to look forward, see where I can go. Once I've done something cogent and interesting, I'll paste it here. Till then, the usual drivel.