All my classes have informed me, with
growing seriousness that, “Today is Friday!”
They are not as demented as they might seem
as we have May Day off, but we do not have a Bank Holiday Monday to look
forward to. And going on the logic of
the kids it will mean that Thursday is actually Sunday – and I have no desire
to go to school then. On the other hand,
again following the childish thinking, it would mean that Friday is Monday and
. . . it’s probably better to take reality at face value and remember that I am
going to the UK on Real Friday and am having Real Monday off. If you see what I mean. Anyway we are about due for our Second Easter
(don’t ask) and we get another day off then.
The interminable rain has stopped at last
and I scurried out onto the Third Floor and did what I do best until wispy
cloud spilt my little browning session.
I have resurrected my impossibly expensive
(even with a swingeing Tesco reduction) wireless headphones and have discovered
that they (eventually) work well with the iMac and the range comfortably
includes the terrace of the Third Floor which meant that I was listening to an
excellent version of “Orfeo” as the temperature cooled.
I have to remind myself that I have to
write an exam paper and finish the marking of my sixth form papers and pack my
case tomorrow. It’s not all holiday.
I also have to finish off reading my St
Jordi book, “The Penguin Book of British Short Stories” which has been
absolutely excellent. I thought when I
first looked at it that it was a flashier edition of a book I already
possessed, but I have realised that my version is of a much earlier selection
and this one, edited by the late Malcolm Bradbury is a much more exciting
read. Many of the stories are to do with
the creative impulse and form a fascinating commentary on a post Modernist
approach to writing too. It is the sort
of anthology that makes you slightly sad the more you read because the delight
is steadily running out as you use up each well-chosen story!
I am also conscious that I will be away
from base at the start of my new course, so I will have to take my computer
with me so that I can participate from day one with what we have to do. I will have to remember to take my first
piece of written work (which I have completed) with me so that I can post it
from Britain – a day is important in the modern Open University!
I have also managed to book an optical
appointment in a Tesco branch in a desperate attempt to get replacements (not
the plural) at a price this side of despair.
I might even try and get some other view of my contact lenses while I am
there.
This practical element is to compensate for
what might not be quite what I expected this visit to Britain to be. But that is something which is a negative
view and, at the moment, there is no reason to believe that things are not
going to work out in the way that I first expected. We shall, as they say, see.
Meanwhile I am in full weekend mode and an
much looking forward to the free day tomorrow – in spite of Thursday and Friday
still retaining their old significance!
And Real Madrid have not managed to score
in the first half of their crucial game against the Germans. They have to pull back three goals and they
have left it all for the second half.
They have it all to do!
And Barça tomorrow, with an even more
difficult deficit to overturn.
One can only hope.
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