Do I go home and mark essays, or go to the English department Christmas dinner, even though I can't hear anything?
Meanwhile, Mark, Neal and others are having fun at this wonderful event, populated by all my favourite people:
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Grouch
What a rotten day it's been. I'm tired, grouchy and deaf. I should have been sparkling before an invited audience of sixth-formers gathered for a conference, or at least acting as Zoot Horn's lovely assistant, but instead I sat in a walk-in health centre (yet again, three cheers for the NHS) and then spent the day frantically trying to organise things for the fencing competition I'm taking a team to at the weekend. If I'd been OK, I'd have been discussing James Joyce, Heaney, Betjeman, Langston Hughes, St. Vincent Millay and Armitage - all my favourites. I feel genuinely bad about not pulling my weight.
Do I go home and mark essays, or go to the English department Christmas dinner, even though I can't hear anything?
Meanwhile, Mark, Neal and others are having fun at this wonderful event, populated by all my favourite people:
Do I go home and mark essays, or go to the English department Christmas dinner, even though I can't hear anything?
Meanwhile, Mark, Neal and others are having fun at this wonderful event, populated by all my favourite people:
Welcome to my dark world, I think you should attend the dinner and hope nobody speaks in a dull low tone of voice that leads to over-thinking and capitulation of enjoyment as one cannot fathom what has being said. And that's never a good thing but neither however, is marking essays (unless they are mine which promises an intriguing read if not structurally hurried.)
ReplyDeleteI didn’t realize you’d be in your office last week as I’d dropped by to chat but perhaps I could come soon armed with hearing aids for us both to try out! I'd walk in, open palm and declare 'Merry Christmas, Vole!'
Get well soon.
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