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wonderwelshOff to Builth this weekend. Last weekend, Chris had a reunion, so I went to Cardigan to visit Hywel. Had a nice night out, but missed Doctor Who. Saw it on sunday though - really, really good and best pre-credits sequence EVER!
On thursday night I managed to slit my finger open with the foil on top of a bottle of wine. This wouldn't have been a problem, but I had to play the piano in a concert on friday. It was alright in the end after applying a plaster. However, I was initially so worried about how it would go that I actually forgot how to play the intro to one of the pieces. I mean literally. I mad a mistake. Stopped. Then looked at the page in blank bewilderment - like a dyslexic looking at a page of writing. Then I regained my memory and carried on. It was most disturbing though.
Honestly, what with this and my 'doomsday phobia', I must be looking somewhat disturbed of late. I assure you, though, this isn't true. The thesis is going really well. With this present chapter, the bit that's actually about books (which is the topic of my thesis after all) actually makes its appearance within five thousand words of opening the chapter. And if I do say so myself, I don't think anyone's quite taken this angle on The Importance of Being Earnest before.
This lack of academic/job-related hastle also means that my spare time is my own once more. I'm off to visit Amy tonight, for example - and last night I read a Doctor Who novel for three hours non-stop. I haven't been relaxed enough to become that absorbed in a book for ages. Good times.
On thursday night I managed to slit my finger open with the foil on top of a bottle of wine. This wouldn't have been a problem, but I had to play the piano in a concert on friday. It was alright in the end after applying a plaster. However, I was initially so worried about how it would go that I actually forgot how to play the intro to one of the pieces. I mean literally. I mad a mistake. Stopped. Then looked at the page in blank bewilderment - like a dyslexic looking at a page of writing. Then I regained my memory and carried on. It was most disturbing though.
Honestly, what with this and my 'doomsday phobia', I must be looking somewhat disturbed of late. I assure you, though, this isn't true. The thesis is going really well. With this present chapter, the bit that's actually about books (which is the topic of my thesis after all) actually makes its appearance within five thousand words of opening the chapter. And if I do say so myself, I don't think anyone's quite taken this angle on The Importance of Being Earnest before.
This lack of academic/job-related hastle also means that my spare time is my own once more. I'm off to visit Amy tonight, for example - and last night I read a Doctor Who novel for three hours non-stop. I haven't been relaxed enough to become that absorbed in a book for ages. Good times.
