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It's a sign of the joys of this week - and the latest news is that Royal Mail feel that they discharged their responsibilities by delivering the parcel and don't care who to - that catching a train felt like a triumph. On top of dealing with issues arising from a sessional tutor - translation: I had to write a lecture for the next day with a full schedule of things to do before then - and track the parcel, I'd agreed to give a lecture at The Metasecret Campus.
>"This is off to the east of the county, and clearly a town that trades on its literary association, with even the local curry house being named for him. Chicken Dickens Massala, anyone? I had a brief look in the bookshop, but there really are too many books there for comfort.
Then the trudge to the campus, which is not signposted until the campus itself. The directions began well: Head west from The Broadway - although unaccountably I'd left the compass behind. Then it tells you to take the first exit from the roundabout - though not about the roundabout with the hypermarket on. Thankfully it wasn't raining, and I now know about the 56 bus. Our website says "easily accessible from all the major towns ... by public transport or car", but doesn't feel you need to know what these buses are. The session went well, though, and I walked back to the station, expecting a long wait but in fact timing it perfectly for a direct train to West.
On the beers last night, but woke up in time for gate and bookshelf deliveries, although we lack more concrete and the latch for the side gate. And I seem to have lost the 13 amp fuse that was on my bed last night.
>"This is off to the east of the county, and clearly a town that trades on its literary association, with even the local curry house being named for him. Chicken Dickens Massala, anyone? I had a brief look in the bookshop, but there really are too many books there for comfort.Then the trudge to the campus, which is not signposted until the campus itself. The directions began well: Head west from The Broadway - although unaccountably I'd left the compass behind. Then it tells you to take the first exit from the roundabout - though not about the roundabout with the hypermarket on. Thankfully it wasn't raining, and I now know about the 56 bus. Our website says "easily accessible from all the major towns ... by public transport or car", but doesn't feel you need to know what these buses are. The session went well, though, and I walked back to the station, expecting a long wait but in fact timing it perfectly for a direct train to West.
On the beers last night, but woke up in time for gate and bookshelf deliveries, although we lack more concrete and the latch for the side gate. And I seem to have lost the 13 amp fuse that was on my bed last night.
