Hum. The allotment remains no further forward than at the end of the week after Easter.
Whenever I've had a free moment it's been raining or the ground hasn't had time to dry out.
The scenes in the countryside have gone from drought to huge puddles and acres of mud. Presumably forecasters are right, though, when they say that the rain isn't soaking into the ground but running off the fields into the ditches and streams.
Today was, I thought, supposed to be pretty fine--no sign of this yet.
I've enjoyed this week. The one before was a rush, catching up after the holiday--the wages of taking a holiday are the dozens and dozens of emails in one's inbox when one gets back.
Sadly, no time to go to the first Trinity event at the Oxford Centre for Life Writing (OCLW)--though I hope very much to go to some in May and June.
Online course started this week and other teaching commitments are kicking off.
Looking forward to going to San Francisco for LASA at the end of next month.
(Earlier in the week we watched Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd on DVD--love Tim Burton's work but this one was a bit too gruesome for me...)
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