Hours, not, day, enough, the, in.
Rearrange these words in to a well-known phrase or saying.
Work is annoying. Things come in productivity cycles – peaks and troughs.
For the last eight working days I’ve been riding a massive peak; polished off the last thing this morning which – I hope – puts the lid on a big thing. The rest of the day is going to be spent on things of a boring but necessary administrative nature.
Work has also been massively frustrating for the last 3-4 weeks. I’m hoping it’s nothing terminal.
Coursework has also been on the up.
Tomorrow is submission day for TMA02 – the four-parter (art history,Â poetry, music, philosophy).
I’ve re-written parts 1, 2 and 3 so many times I could now re-write each one without reference to my (way too copious) notes.
Part 4 is as subjective as a dressage test and therefore has little reference to anything of a substantial nature.
The tutor is stunned at my admission that once I’ve finished a piece of writing I go in to serial re-edit mode and I’ll pore over something for as many hours/days/weeks/months as are available (a kind of literary slant on Parkinson’s Law).
She isÂ of the ‘do it once and leave it alone’ school of writing. I sometimes wish I was.
My ‘really must read this’ pile is about seven books tall. Three of these are Uni texts, two are books to review. I’ll polish the latter off before Christmas but the former…?
Christmas may – just may – be a foreign affair this year.
Pending a variety of factors that include prices being right, flights being available, accommodation dittoÂ andÂ the appropriate level of liquidity in the current account, Christmas could conceivably be a Californian affair.
You know; take advantage of the economic situation while the dollar sinks slowly in the west…
And it’s been, frankly, a hell of a year, The Lovely S and I deserve a holiday (our last being Iceland back in January).
Of course there are other calls on the account but sometimes common sense isn’t the strongest of my suits.
Because it would be warm.
And not grey.
Received an email from K this morning wanting to know if I’m interested in a contract for a minimum of six months in south London.
I feel like Vicky Pollard.
(Yeah but no but yeah but no but yeah but no but…)
Horses… I have still not got the vet back to give Beech a second inspection. Next week, maybe.
I’ve not ridden Vin since last Saturday’s ride through the Wyre Forest – spending yesterday eveningÂ working instead.
Here’s a thing; Facebook.
I’ve had a friend request from someone I don’t know. Is this normal? I need to ask because I think my Facebook profile is the lowest, least inactive there is.
Not a bad thing really.
See earlier statement at the top of the post begining with the word ‘Hours’!
A quick conversational loop back towards the course…
My webstats show me that my daily average of hits referred from google and answers.com with search terms directly related to TMA02 have just climbed past 250.
Which raises all sorts of questions.
Speaking of questions…
I have received an email at an ‘old’ but active email account – the one associated with my old (and occasionally active) blog.
The writer of the email has spent some time going through some of the – shall I say ‘more frank’ – writings and, for some reason or other, has pinged an email at me asking my view.
It’s interesting, funny and a little bit saucy. I might reproduce it here when I have time.
But it won’t be today, for now my lunchtime has expired and I have to sweep crumbs from my keyboard and get on with my paperwork.