What a summer. It was not meant to be idle, but it was meant to be relaxed – and it’s been neither. Today I met the last of my postgrad students for the year. I have a pile of marking, but I can cope with that. I’ve had enough of meetings and talking and e-admin, though.
Now I’ll re-read Shakespeare’s Richard III over a pot of tea, walk the dogs through the teeming rain I love, and sleep.
When did my ideal holiday become so very unremarkable?
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