A walk through my day...

Please note: not all of the following is true.

I wake up at about 7.30, realising that this is far to early, and try to get back to sleep. Eventually I manage a few minutes sleep until 8, when I give up and read my book.
At about 8.30, i get up, have some cereal (Dave's combo speciale is today's choice) I realise that somehow we don't have any bread even though we went to the co-op after the pub last night expressly to get some. I try and convince myself to go without. I eventually give in and go out to the Spar to get some. A large purple dinosaur serves me.

On returning to the house, I notice the postman has come. At first glance I think there is nothing for me. Then I see the very large box of chocolates which despite being several feet high has somehow fitted through the letter box. I smile to myself, and, after dragging the box to my room, check to see who they are from. There is no clue given.

After writing and checking various emails, I head off to campus for a study group. It is an engaging study group, made slightly more engaging after a coffee. Half way through I make my excuses and go and have a glass of wine with the vice chancellor. I point out that there are certain respects in which he might be called Machiavellian (as one of my tutors has said), and he promises to change his ways. I then return to the PCC for a seminar, which, impossibly, reignites my faith in Shakespeare's sonnets. I leave fairly happy. As I leave, I pass Gentleman George. We have a short conversation, during which he points out that it is snowing. He is correct. In fact, several feet of snow have settled already and the university snowploughs have had to be called in order to allow business to continue as normal. A small fleet of Chinook helicopters is hovering overhead in case of emergency.

I leave the PCC and step into the Baltic cold of campus. I then make my way back home. Upon my arrival, Lucy and James are in the living room. James is doing his legendary Elvis impersonation. We head off to Martin's Pie Shop. I purchase a chicken and ham pie, a slice of 'Easter Tiffin' and a plate of caviar. We return to the house and eat our food. Neighbours is on. It is riveting, and intellectually stimulating stuff today.

I head off for the bank. It is still snowing hard. Town is full of bored teenagers reaching the end of half term. Most of them are filling their time admirably, by reading Dickens novels.
I enter the bank. It is delightful to see that everyone has such common sense, and that nobody is queueing up to use the outside cash machines, since after all, as everyone knows there are plenty inside the bank too. I pay in a cheque for a sum considerably over £10.50. I do not leave my gloves there. I do not pass go. I do collect £200.

I go to the library. I pass a man with an exceptional beard. He lets me stroke it.

I head back home. On the way I pop into Co-op to get some teabags. I specd a large amount of time looking for tea bags. It is not the appalling layout of the store. It is my own stupidity.

I return home. I spend the rest of the afternoon reading The Fairie Queene for next week.

I am later on going for an early evening drink with James. When I get home, all the reading I have to do will have been done for me.

It is unlikely the snow will melt for some years.