Joy

Following Tuesday's interview, je suis a house tutor for the next year, and in ten minutes I'm off to pick up the lists of houses and students that will inhabit them. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do after that but never mind, I'm sure I'll get reminded if I forget to do something. Maybe. I'm hoping the interviewer's words of 'responsible for 60 students' was, I don't know, an ironic metaphor of some kind. Or something.

My goldfish and loach are newly installed in a 90 litre tank, and I swear they're smiling. They were funny at first. I think they were used to swishing their tails once and arriving at the other side of the tank, now they actually have to move their bodies too. They kept swimming in circles faster than I've ever seen them move their scaly butts before, and Joy, they don't hit anything, or each other. That said, Alan still chases the girls, the horny devil. Dyson has his own little corner with many smooth pebbles and the filter outlet blows directly onto him for his own little currenty heaven. Much gill flapping and wiggling.

Non Joy

I was wiped yesterday by an early bout of freshers flu, which I have suffered from every September for five years. On Tuesday night I was delerious, it was so strange. I was looking for a rabbit at the side of my bed and when I got up to go to the loo I sat on it thinking about what sandwich I was going to go order from Subway. I'm still feeling a bit wretched. Bad throat and explosive headache. Coughing blood. Vivid green snot. Vile.

I took yesterday off work and watched LOTR3 (long film to fill the afternoon) but all that did was remind me that it is about 3 weeks since I text her whilst watching the first one and she still hasn't replied, so I'm guessing she never will.