It is reading week and I have done no reading. But the essays have been handed in (in the clumsiest, most disorganised way) and that is all that seems to count.
Today I saw a puppy chase his own tail and I got rained on, twice, whilst waiting for a train. It was a good day.
I should be spending tomorrow, with my love, by the cold, wintry sea.
And, most likely, I will continue to obsess over Christmas.
(From my first Diana roll).