The class went out for drink this evening, traipsing across metropolitan Oxford, through a horse pasture, over two bridges, one more meadow and in to a thatched pub. For the return trip, however, most of the crew hitched a ride with the tutor -- only Shirley and I walked home again. The walk and the chat made for a very pleasent end to the week. (Pleasent but low key...don't be getting ideas that it was anything but a walk and a chat out there in the peanut gallery!)

Tomorrow is paper day. Time to cut myself off on the reading and put words on the screen, preferably in complete sentances. Then once it is in acceptable form I can go back to reading just to find out how much bosh I've written.