I was so stressed and angry at work today that I was seriously considering lying at the bottom of a flight of stairs in Parliament and pretending that I’d collapsed or fainted, just to avoid going to the meeting and to draw attention to the fact that I was being put in a stressful situation through no fault of my own. Might have been a bit melodramatic, but one of my colleagues ran out of a meeting in Parliament to be sick, and I think another was taken away in an ambulance when he collapsed mid-meeting. Perhaps I should try to outdo them before I leave…
I’m also sad to be back in England after an amazing six days in Madrid and Lisbon. Take me back. :(
the oresteia:
well that aeschylated quickly
Sister of mine, home again
I’ve been visiting friends in Oxford over the weekend, and while I was there I popped into the current Bodleian exhibition, which must be heaven for Tolkien geeks. Not a category that I belong to, as I didn’t manage to finish LOTR or The Hobbit, but the exhibition’s full of interesting things - a medieval bestiary, Tolkien’s drawings, a Shakespeare first folio, and an actual alethiometer…
A hotel commissionaire talking to a small dog in Piccadilly Circus, London- From the Getty Images Gallery
(Source: skeletonguns, via menandtheirdogs)