Emma, Matt and I just watched Torchwood. I don’t know why we bothered, really.
Have an hour now to try and finish a Latin prose comp that has lots of subclauses (yays subjunctives), then I think we’re ‘rocking on down’, as that hideous phrase goes, to the ADC to see Anthropology, which is billed as ‘the history of the world as delivered by three people and a bedsheet’, or something like that. Met up with Ev this afternoon for Costa time (we didn’t mind) and she said it’s meant to be very good.
Feeling smug today, as I seemed to be the only one who had finished this essay. Clearly essay planning over the weekend is the way to go, so I’ll be trying to do that again. Honestly I’m terrified by my next one, a history essay, because we have to give opinions based on our knowledge of the Persian Wars, and I have neither. But then again I didn’t know anything about Tacitus and Sejanus this time last week, so I just need faith that my ignorance is fixable.
Tomorrow should be a really lovely day, I hope. I have just the one lecture in the morning, on Plato’s Ion, and in the afternoon Suuz is coming to Cambridge with Jen, so I’ll take her round college and maybe a bit of town as well. Then in the evening we’re going to formal hall here, with our little college group plus Lou, Ev, two of Emma’s schoolfriends, and one of Matt’s sisters (not the stalker) who’s visiting for the weekend. Should be a jolly evening.
