Who?

Saturday 5th: the 5th of April already? Where has the year gone? This means there’s only a matter of weeks until hand-ins, oh lord. Someone said to me the other day when I asked how their work was going, that they had ‘mountains to climb’ I see exactly what they mean. I’m still somewhere in the valleys, of denial. I think I’m getting there, rock by rock, not to overstretch the metaphor.

I am so cold though, my hands are too stiff to write. That’s my excuse anyway… they really have turned blue and lilac though this time Still corpse-like. And my head hurts. But I can’t draw myself away from the laptop screen, or stay away from its light. Typing, typing, typing. In a draught from the catflap.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately as it stops the distraction, I can’t check my email today, something has gone wrong, and I am frustrated. Which must be a sign I’m addicted to it, it just won’t let me log on, and I’m almost crying at it. That’s not good.

Only managed one walk so far. I realised as soon as I stepped out of the front door that I’d made a bad choice of clothing: a flared skirt is not a sensible item for a windy day. So it was proved when the whole walk along into town I was clutching the folds of the material to save my embarrassment. Not an easy feat when you have a heavy bag on the way back. At least the top road was quiet. I tend to walk that way rather than along Arwenack Street.

The road above King Charles’ church has a fabulous view over the harbour, and across to St Anthony’s lighthouse, Flushing and St Mawes in the distance. There are many little paths down to the main streets to, winding steps and tracks. It’s quite fun at times to disappear off down them, and imagine you’ve surprised people by vanishing in front of their eyes. It inspired a story, that imagining in fact. But my character vanished for a more sinister reason off a crowded street. If it happened to me, maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about my work anymore. No, it’s not that bad, really.

Tonight is going to involve a tough decision: do I go out for a drink (I have no money) or do I go round to the warmth and comfort of my friend’s house to watch the new episode of Doctor Who? How do I explain my decision though to the first lot of friends? I’m sure they’ll understand, it’s a big event, it’s even on the cover of the Radio Times, in 4 different editions, wow!