Compensation

If there's anything good about being hospitalised, it's the treats, like the breath of spring in these tulips my dear friend Jenny sent today.

I made my own way down to my literature class without need of an escort this morning, though I don't suppose I contributed much to the discussion on epics, sagas and myths brought about by our reading of Homer. I had my school copy with me though I don't remember ever reading such juicy gory bits. (The equivalent of what I'd like to do with a pair of rusty scissors to Cameron, Osborne, Gove, Farage etc).