I bet you’re thinking, ‘well of course there’s bells, she’s in Oxford!’, but not quite what I had in mind, although there was fabulous pealing last night from about seven to eight thirty; but no, these bells were at seven this morning. Now it’s one thing having to throw some clothes on and gather in the street, but it’s something else entirely when the others on the street when you get there, are young, slim, glamourous and suntanned without even trying and you’re looking like something the cat’s dragged in! Turns out there was no fire, but the alarm had been set off by a young man using rather a bit too much body spay. We’re all hoping he’ll hang out of the window to do his ablutions tomorrow; (not that I’d object to the burly firemen turning up again, but I would like to have the chance to put my face on first)
By the time I’d had my meeting with Professor Harrison, had great fish and chips in the SCR and went back to my room, the early bells were starting to take their toll (pun intended), so, for the first time since I came here, I went to bed this afternoon and tried to catch up with some sleep.
I was in touch by email with my supervisor at Newcastle University, Bill Herbert to tell him what I was up to, he kindly emailed back and told me to enjoy myself as well as doing some work, so I’m going to do that tomorrow when Marie comes, and get back to beloved Horace on Sunday