Tuesday

I think it's now that grim period before Easter where everything is dull and depressing, the last bit of 'proper' winter is still due and it's going to be cold, wet and windy for about a month.

I went to bed fairly early, and thanks to having eaten crap yesterday, slept badly. I had a very vivid dream that I've already forgotten and woke to find I'd only been asleep for an hour. The rest was pretty fitfuls so I got up at 5.

Working at home today, which means a huge backlog. I've tried working on college stuff in the staff room but I hate it, it's too distracting and I have to get up every 5 mins to open the door to students who need the administrator.

The news is really fucking boring as usual - nothing worth repeating. My Tate Membership arrived, very well packaged with a lovely magazine and a flashy neon card holder. The students have to give 2 presentations tomorrow and a big one on Friday afternoon - I'm already whacked - I can see myself spending Saturday in bed.

Neither dog seems to have suffered after their brush with chocolate death. This does not surprise me - getting home and seeing the tattered remains of the packaging all over the hall seemed like a perfect metaphor for my life.