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Date: 18 May 2005 15:52:55
...plus a stiff drink. Although the latter isn't possible as it's only 3.30 p.m. Shame. Yes, it's assignment time again, and with the prospect of most evenings next week being taken up by singing, I've been forced to get my act together. Though it's hardly an essay with the word count St J's ask for. I can see why they do it, but for a poor middle-aged absent minded INFP Miffy who could waffle for England it's absolutely impossible to do! 750 words!!! As Ms Miff said to me - 'That's not an essay, Mum. That's a precis.' She did offer to write it for me; an offer I declined as I don't think the departing Year 13s would appreciate my reciprocal efforts to compile the Yearbook offspring is working on. Never mind. I have got a fair way through the wretched piece. And Ms Miff's BF kindly made me a mug of strong tea before they waltzed off into the far blue yonder.
Ah, young love! Although not the best of timings, with A Levels coming up and all. It only seems yesterday....But you don't want me to start wittering on about those heady times as a student in the 70s, do you? (She says hopefully). It's also absolutely no use me reminiscing in front of DD about the rate of breakups that occurred during the first couple of years of college, either. At the moment, it seems to be a case of 'I only have eyes for you,' (just about), spurred on by the fact that they're soon to part for the summer; one to S. America, the other to Cuba. Ms M has typhoid and Hep A and B jabs starting tomorrow. Ouch! (I think I need that drink, after all). Never mind. I'll keep quiet and make sure the kettle's boiling on the hob.