I like that the 11am church bells seem to have become my regular wake-up alarm.

I've decided that today I should probably register for my course and part with my only cash.

I was supposed to do it last Monday - I queued dutifully but was told that they need by bank account debit card details, and I 'only had' my sort code, account number and roll number. Heavens. Given that I'd only opened the account an hour beforehand, I lacked these details. I was sent them on Thursday, but...I have been putting it off. Niggly "are you doing the right thing?" voices kept me awake all of last night (until I put my earplugs in, which stopped them, and then started me worrying that there was actually an external voice saying them. Ahh, fatigue).

So I am going to go and do it today. Then I will get my library card, so that I can go and take out the books I need to read for Thursday. Only Foucault's A History of Sexuality, so, y'know, light, breezy reading that should only take an evening :roll:

My first seminar is today too, at 4.15 - 6.15. Unfortunately this does mean I won't be home in time for dinner today, which is a shame, as it is, I believe, that gastronomic delight known as "Cornish pasty". I remain baffled as to why these keep appearing on the menu. These are a train station snack, are they not? And bleugh, I hate them. I think the other option is carbonara, which would probably also be fairly risky. Luckily, I have one in the fridge already. 5 minutes....*ding*.

I also need to buy a tin opener, I'm craving tuna and can't get in the tins *scrabble*.

So, that is my thrilling day ahead. I think I should start it by ceasing to be naked in a dressing gown.