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ravenMy mood has dramatically improved.
After I made that last full-of-melodrama entry, I went into the kitchen and heated up the rest of yesterday's soup, made some toast, perched it all on a plate and went out into the garden. I also took the phone, my mp3 player and my copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet and Fire. And then, I found a sunny patch on the grass, threw off my flip flops and just read.
And read, and read. I'm a fairly fast reader - I was on page 184 about an hour later when the phone rang. It was Becca, asking whether or not the structure of the eye is on the Physics exam (it's not, for the record, they pushed it onto the Biology exam), I told her, and expressed amazement that she was revising, she asked me how the history went, I told her I was glad it was over, and suddenly we'd given up the pretence of talking about work and just talked.
The weather, as I have said, was beautiful. Blue skies from horizon to horizon, not a single cloud, and I was lying flat on my back, doing what Roald Dahl always advised, paraphrased here - "Everyone should lie on the floor and look at the sky at least once a day." The trees cut into my view because they're so tall, but they look extraordinary from a horizontal viewpoint.
Becca and I talked for about an hour and a half, and I really wish I could say what we talked about, but the time just flew past. I think we talked about Father's Day (she's got her dad the Worthington Cup Final on DVD) and how her family might be going to Florida, and how we got four numbers on a lottery ticket last week, and then when she asked what I was doing, and I told her I was reading, she got to talking about how she wanted to read the third and fourth Harry Potter books in time for the new one, but she hadn't had time. I gave her a plot summary ("No, Peter is Wormtail. You know, the rat. Yeah. The horrible one. No, he's a werewolf. A werewolf! Yeah... he resigns 'cause the parents don't want a werewolf teaching their children... yeah, lycanthropy... why is that so funny?") and then told her about the fourth book up to page 184 (which is where Mad-Eye Moody starts doing stuff to spiders, if anyone's interested).
Becca then started talking about Wednesday, our sixth form induction which I have decided is going to be mufti. She said she'd realised that they're probably going to tell us what forms we'll be in and which teachers we'll have, which is all too, too scary in my humble opinion. Much too scary.
So we talked about that for a while, and then when we'd finally run out of things to say, I started reading again. I'm now up to page 405, and am in the happy state of having had an extremely stressful morning but a very relaxing afternoon. I really enjoyed it. I had almost forgotten how much I love reading. There's no stress, no hassle, just good times.
My mother's upstairs doing the homework from her course, Pedar's wrapping up an eBay parcel, an agnostic's in her heaven and all's right with the world.
After I made that last full-of-melodrama entry, I went into the kitchen and heated up the rest of yesterday's soup, made some toast, perched it all on a plate and went out into the garden. I also took the phone, my mp3 player and my copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet and Fire. And then, I found a sunny patch on the grass, threw off my flip flops and just read.
And read, and read. I'm a fairly fast reader - I was on page 184 about an hour later when the phone rang. It was Becca, asking whether or not the structure of the eye is on the Physics exam (it's not, for the record, they pushed it onto the Biology exam), I told her, and expressed amazement that she was revising, she asked me how the history went, I told her I was glad it was over, and suddenly we'd given up the pretence of talking about work and just talked.
The weather, as I have said, was beautiful. Blue skies from horizon to horizon, not a single cloud, and I was lying flat on my back, doing what Roald Dahl always advised, paraphrased here - "Everyone should lie on the floor and look at the sky at least once a day." The trees cut into my view because they're so tall, but they look extraordinary from a horizontal viewpoint.
Becca and I talked for about an hour and a half, and I really wish I could say what we talked about, but the time just flew past. I think we talked about Father's Day (she's got her dad the Worthington Cup Final on DVD) and how her family might be going to Florida, and how we got four numbers on a lottery ticket last week, and then when she asked what I was doing, and I told her I was reading, she got to talking about how she wanted to read the third and fourth Harry Potter books in time for the new one, but she hadn't had time. I gave her a plot summary ("No, Peter is Wormtail. You know, the rat. Yeah. The horrible one. No, he's a werewolf. A werewolf! Yeah... he resigns 'cause the parents don't want a werewolf teaching their children... yeah, lycanthropy... why is that so funny?") and then told her about the fourth book up to page 184 (which is where Mad-Eye Moody starts doing stuff to spiders, if anyone's interested).
Becca then started talking about Wednesday, our sixth form induction which I have decided is going to be mufti. She said she'd realised that they're probably going to tell us what forms we'll be in and which teachers we'll have, which is all too, too scary in my humble opinion. Much too scary.
So we talked about that for a while, and then when we'd finally run out of things to say, I started reading again. I'm now up to page 405, and am in the happy state of having had an extremely stressful morning but a very relaxing afternoon. I really enjoyed it. I had almost forgotten how much I love reading. There's no stress, no hassle, just good times.
My mother's upstairs doing the homework from her course, Pedar's wrapping up an eBay parcel, an agnostic's in her heaven and all's right with the world.
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