Just a few words because I am in the last throes of my assignment, the creative part at least, the critical bit is still being drafted.
I am feeling very pleased with my world, because it is looking entirely likely that I will finish it after all.
Hence, although I am in tearing good spirits this evening, I do not have a very great deal to say for myself. It is difficult to find something autobiographical to say when I have occupied the entire day pondering somebody else’s love story.
I had one happy moment, when I discovered that all I need to do to access the entire heavyweight quantity of collected intellectual wisdom belonging to Cambridge University was simply to click the box explaining that I would like to. I clicked the box, which seemed already to know that I was an aspirant intellectual myself, and the most magical cyber-door creaked open to reveal a cyber world of such magnificence it took my breath away. What would you like to know, the virtual librarian asked courteously, the whole sum of human knowledge stretches out before you.
Before long I had devoured one gripping but scholarly paper after another, and learned so many things I had to go rushing downstairs to tell Mark, before I forgot any of them. Mark had been in charge of dog-emptying all day, and hence was cheered to know that I was improving our store of collective wisdom and knowledge whilst he was bringing in firewood and putting the tea to brew on the stove.
I like my evening chai to be thoroughly steeped. Four spoons of tea, stewed for an hour on the stove top, that adds spice to life at three in the morning. I do not think we will still be here at three in the morning, indeed, I have had enough already, but you never know, and I have almost finished the tea anyway.
I am pleased to tell you that it seems people have decided to come on a winter holiday after all, and tonight we have been busily tootling about all over the place, so all potential starving-to-death anxieties have been averted, hurrah.
I know this is far shorter than usual, that is because it is midnight and I am deeply engrossed in writing a piece of shockingly horrid literature.
I am going to go away and contemplate it for a little longer before I hand it in.
Almost finished now.
