Repetition

Sorry, my sea view blips are probably getting really boring, but the nice weather made me feel the need to take a stroll along the waterfront.

I now live in my dining room. I have sat inside it for a total of seven of my waking hours today, staring at books and pens. Urging myself to write about embryo research and Stalinist Russia. I cannot wait until Monday 30 May, at precisely 1500 hours: my disparaging relationship with the SQA will be over; and I will be a free human-being, ready to forget about anything vaguely associated with learning.