It's Vacation

[faustus]

So I go from Florida time to GMT to BST within about five days, but my body clock is probably more bothered by the post-3am bedtime followed by 7.15 getting up last Friday, because I had one last session to teach. This was an airlift special, for two students (there are more, but it was the end of term), one of whom was not put off asking me what to revise and what was on the exam paper by my repeated, "I'm only teaching two sessions, I don't know what else is going on the course, I have not written the exam paper, I have not seen the exam paper".

Blame N, and the post-midnight finishing session getting to grips with MySpace, followed by three more hours of getting to grips on my own with font colours. I still don't know how to make hyperlinks appear at a sensible size. Anyway, it's got a problem solved on my website, which is good.

On Saturday I set the alarm for eight, as I was expecting a delivery from Travis Perkins, and of course I went to sleep again. I was meant to get up and contact T about his wheelbarrow, but I had a bath and went back to bed again before texting him.

Across in the Bright Ideas Department I'd decided to move my compost bin to behind the shed. Of course this involve moving the compost as well, and there's a sodding shed in the way. Hence the wheel barrow, and three trips all the way from the old heap to the side gate and down to the new back gate. The first trip was made difficult by the fence opposite having blown over, damagaing the new gate. Grr. And there was barely room to shovel, er, compost, so I ended up using my hands. I need to lose weight to squeeze through the fence/shed gap to dump protocompost in future, else it's a long walk with the cuttings.

Sunday lacked an hour, and I dozed through the morning's radio, failing to get down to the pub until about 1. We convinced G that the clocks had actually gone backwards, and he fell for it. Tee hee. Etc. Inevitably I overslept on Monday, with nothing really to get up for, on Tuesday though I meant to get down to it and Wednesday though I planned to be at work for 11 to meet the new secretary again. Meanwhile I've filled in an application form, collected more marking, phoned for a fridge engineer (don't ask) and, er, played a lot of golf on a PlayStation I've borrowed. And gone to the pub, of course. I have to be in work for ten tomorrow. I will have will power.