I've decided to work from home this morning, but have spent the last hour dealing with admin email that came in over the weekend, and which I ignored (current policy, and although it makes me feel 'in control' and 'responsible', not to say 'quite grown up', at times it seems more akin to shooting myself in the foot - everyone else appears to use the weekend to catch up on admin!). Anyway, having written to a dozen students about end-of-semester assignments, and to several members of staff about end-of-semester exam boards, not to mention a swathe about an end-of-semester lunch I foolishly agreed to arrange, it's now time for elevenses of some kind, and a reward. So I'm sitting on the bed in a blissfully silent house; dog on one side, cat stretched out so luxuriantly that he's taking up almost all the other; with a pot of tea at my elbow and the duvet over my knees. This is surely what a laptop is for!
We paid a visit to a DIY place yesterday – Himself needed to find a hinge, replacement for one from a kitchen cupboard door which broke recently, meaning that the cat can now crawl into the cupboard at his pleasure, to snooze in triumph and discomfort, between muffin tins and saucepan lids. As usual, the DIY place was vast, chilly, sterile, and without natural light. While this seems a suitable environment for the choice of purely functional widgets and gadgets, I've never understood how people can manage to make decisions about paint and home furnishings in as soulless a place as this. I was captivated yesterday however. Robins and blackbirds had flown into the building, and were perched on the the rafters. The whole building swelled with birdsong. It was, I imagine, the avian equivalent of singing in the bath.
