Why This Is Hell

 I fear I am overcommitted suddenly - a plan to escape the postcode on Monday has bitten the dust, as has the early night. Let's see between now and June I need to:

( Cut for trauma )

Oh dearie me. I probably have a dozen lectures to polish up, and a pile of marking, too. And maybe compile an index. And at least half a dozen comedy nights. And a day out in Bexhill. A weekend in Leicester