Cherry blossom time, and the hawthorn is flowering too. You know what that means, don’t you? Hay fever. Itchy eyes, sneezing. Yeuch. Sometimes things just don’t work out the way you want them to. You want things to be straightforward, easy. Instead they’re mucky. Damn. Expensive, too. I posted a parcel to France today, and the postage cost more than the two books I was sending. It cost £36.49, and that’s a lot of dosh. The lady in the post office was terribly sweet, and advised me to split the package and send them separately because it would be cheaper like that. I asked how much it would be, and she told me that it would be £11 odd for one and £28 odd for the other, or maybe each one would be £28 odd, depending on the weight. So obviously I sent them as they were. She was trying very hard. My poor dog was attacked by two dogs on the weekend. She didn’t deserve that. This week I have to do lots of work. Oh, lots and lots. And lots. Quite a bit. Otherwise I’ll be in even deeper trouble than I’m already in, and that wouldn’t be good. It’s not a pretty sight when academics get mad. Mustn’t rub my eyes, mustn’t rub my eyes. Look master! Ha! Too much Céline, it’s obvious. He has a lot to answer for. Darkness falling, falling. I like the way it falls.

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