And so my three weeks of lazy studenting are up.
Tomorrow I catch the train back to Sunny Bangor and back to my being at Uni being lazy but doing work occasionally. My days of vegging about watching television are numbered until summer comes and I return home. Back I go to all those people I've spent the last 3 weeks blissfully unaware of. Away from my bed, living in the fields, the warm fire etc.
On the other hand, my alter ego (honest) is enjoying setting up the kite club and being a fairly upstanding member of the sub-aqua club, and I can't really do those from here.
I really hope that Dennis and Owyn haven't passed on, shuffled off their mortal coil, climbed down the curtain and joined the choir invisible, begun to push up the dasies or become ex-fish in my absence. I don't hold out a lot of hope for the minnows.
But if the goldfish have died my bedroom is going to stink.
