Washing, drying, tidying and packing

Tomorrow I shall be leaving Lancaster for a long weekend in Warwick. I can't wait. I've missed my Warwickers so much this term. Unfortunately this means that the mountain of laundry, dispersement of clutter and the like which are making my room look less than tidy. It won't be a fun evening as I have to pack my costume (a Disney fancy dress party for the Hallettfish) which is not in a complete stage...not even close.

(Me and the Warwickers)

This mini vacation also means that I have to be up fairly early to catch the coach from the underpass. This is bad news as I may have indulged in some socialising last night, and, I may have chosen to partake in Frisbee and rolling down a hill wrapped in a Purple Ronnie Twister mat. I can't say it was my finest move, I'm still finding bits of grass.



The following poem is in honour of the micro-climate that occupies South West campus. A fine land with brisk, cooling breezes irrespective of the weather anywhere else in the vicinity.

Spellbound by Emily Bronte

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

(Spellbound by Emily Bronte as cited in Best-Loved Poems ed. Neil Philip [Little, Brown Books: Great Britain, 2000)