Woken by thunder.
Sounds like the title of a book, but it was literally true,
as the sort of thunder you hear in films and not in real life rolled across our
audial horizon. Once awake, even though
still tired, I knew that I was not going to get back to sleep again and so I
got up and did those little tasks that satisfy by their very mundanity – which,
by the way appears to be a word that does not exist. Well it should.
Early rising meant that I was able to check on my meeting
with Suzanne. Which is tomorrow. I knew that.
Find the little pin-thingie that allows one to get at the mini sim in
the phone and change it back to the Spanish one - after I had been tricked into
buying a UK one that will languish into uselessness with unused money
evaporating into the coffers of EE. A
company of which I had not previously heard but which now, apparently owns Orange
or is owned by it. Who cares, I simply
put the money wasted down to Capitalistic experience!
An early visit to the Post Office, usually a fairly
traumatic experience, was fairly ordinary at that time in the morning and a
copy of “Poems – off course” is now limping its way to Lisvane. And I recharged my phone. In Spain it is done by the person to whom you
pay your money, not by using a scrap of paper to send a text and god knows what
in the UK. Which didn’t work for me and
which took the combined efforts of five people in Phones4U to get some credit
on my squandered mobile.
But such things are in the past and tomorrow is Suzanne and
then a birthday in Terrassa.
My work on the History of Art is stymied by the expansive
forum hinterland of the new MOOC Creative Writing that I am doing. I am rapidly becoming a sort of Saint
Francis-Proust as I trawl the forum looking for poor souls who have posted
their poems and have had not a single response.
I am a latter day Laddie of the Line, bestowing a kind phrase of
encouragement on the rejected!
As the forum is on the Internet you can follow your
contributions and it was astonishing how many ‘contributions’ you can make by
nimble clicking of the mouse.
I have to admit that I am thoroughly enjoying it of course,
and I have made my single poetic contribution go a fairly long way. As there are so many people taking this
course and the forum is for all of them, you can be fairly sure of getting some
sort of response some time or other and there is always new material to
evaluate. There is instant gratification
from a tutorial group of some thousands as opposed to the dilatory
participation of students in a group of 19.
I know that people have jobs and families and holidays and illnesses,
but it still makes the necessary silence difficult to take. There is only noise on a MOOC!
The days tick by towards our results when we can put the
course ‘to bed’ and really concentrate on the next. My degree should be just two years away – and
I have to admit that I think that I might well go off to Versailles - where we
European students are given our degrees.
The rain has started again and the woman next door is
obviously sitting by the window of her sitting room and smoking a cigarette
because the stench of her vile habit streams through the open windows of our
living room and the Third Floor too. May
she rot. As she probably is.
