My King's home has become my castle....and in pretty decent nick when I landed. The other suite looks like a bad hangover in the Projects, with no heat to boot. The room is at the end of a hall, next to a public parameter wall and I couldn't help but imagine that I was going to wake-up to a perv standing in front of my ground-floor window.
So I've purchased a set of pretty groovola ear-phones and soft buds for those really necessary times. Although, I resent having to do this, as it is bad ear health for anyone, let alone a musician! A real NO-NO!!
All said, I'm trying to keep my sense of humour. As you can see, I'm wearing my new head-set to ascertain what's going on behind my own door. I think I'm really on to something here..yes, "London Calling" is cranked to 11 in there!!! Must be new PC speaks!
Last week I experienced glorious inspiration with a collaborative sing-song during observation of Dr. Adam Ockelford working with his client, Romy. Romy is a truly gifted 11 year old savant, who with much care and mentorship might be just like her fore-runner, Derek Paravicini one day. I was very moved by the whole experience.
Sweet Ride #1 had to say its last prayers, as the safe-enough-to-ride bill came in at $117 pounds. Thus, it was off to the second-hand market online, and I came up with Sweet Ride #2:
Now the really weird story: I locked it up on Friday night after my PREMIER ride. Immediately upon doing so, the lighting standard directly above my bike went "out". I trekked in to Whitelands College to report this to security but nobody was at the desk, so I left a note to ask them to please fix the light and confirm that they were taking action back to me via phone. They did not. Next day when I went out to ride my sweet ride, I was shocked and mortified to see that the lock was broken and dangling from the bike,
which remained!! I guess the burglar didn't like mountain bikes!
Or was it the elusive Whitelands Security guard showing me a good turn by demonstrating how useless my lock was????
My hands are beginning to look a little better than after my original allergic reaction to the lab gel/shampoo after the brain-wave experiment.
But all is still not 100%.
Nothing a little Indian curry won't cure! And don't forget the Hallowe'en lemon and slime Jaffa cakes, all washed down by a tall, dark and handsome Italian named, Peroni. Ah - does life get any better?
So, I had my first official meeting with my dissertation tutor today - he is a lovely fellow whose first pointer was to ask me to calm down. Guess my sleep deprivation and nerves were really getting the better of me. Then he assured me that I was not to worry so much. Nor am I to be dabbling in all these extra courses I've been under-taking. Too much learning makes RL's brain a mushy sponge. After all, I'm on the edge at breaking point, and I am still just a little over half-way thru term #1.
So I must away now to read, read, read.
And hopefully an early night to catch up on much-deserved sheepzzzzzzzzz.