|It was darker, colder and less futurist looking, but that's about|
the size of it. Plus an hour, in this case, to get some work done.
Anyway, Tilly retired to bed whilst I washing the pots, I had barely seen her, and took the Boy in with her. Girlie is still sharing a bed with Tilly after breaking her wrist and I've been in the top bunk (as previously explained). This was done without saying goodnight. Come the morning, today, and I was up late again (so, the new normal) and managed to finish the pots from last night. I hadn't finished my marking and so I prepared a lunch-less day (I am putting on the pounds, I'm now 11st 7oz and counting) in which to actually work. This went fine until period 2, when I failed to work much, and then I had lunch anyway.
|Yeah, that about sums it up.|
Despite my tone I am pretty sanguine about it. Why? I ascended my work-based swarm today and had about thirthy minutes of amusement getting as far as Neuroprophets in record time. I am easily pleased.