Movement

It's been some time since I wrote. Now I am a matter of weeks away from the commencement of the course and still have nowhere to live. The pre-reading has arrived...only about one thousand pages of A4. I've made a good start on Camden but am struggling with the rest of it. I lay in bed at night; not worrying about how I will cope with the academia but, more prosaically, where the hell am I going to live. I am too disorganised for a Virgo. Counting the number of books written by Dickens or Hardy no longer works. It's my birthday tomorrow. I will do nice things and not get anxious about Thursday when I must return to the hinterlands to find my new abode