Total Disgrace at the End of Week 6

So I suggested that we all bring some wine to the last course A seminar (which I was happy to see the back of). Naturally everyone takes to the idea enthusiastically. I then suggest that we all drink whenever the word "manuscript" (or ms) is used. Some were pretty game, and having suggested it, I could hardly back down.

After explaining to everyone (in the context of the Katherine Group) that I was an early convert to fornication, I suggested that we all retire to the common room to finish off the wine. It was probably a little bit over ambitious.

The long and short of it is that I woke up in my bed later that evening, having spewed on Topher's side. Strategic to the last.

Saturday I spent gradually recovering from my hang over, which was not too bad, all thing considered. If you get drunk early enough in the evening, by morning time the hang over will have washed over you whilst you slept.

Today I again failed to get any work done. 2 days of not working at Oxford is pretty radical. There was rain earlier in the day and then the sun came out. We bundled up and went for a walk by the Isis, and fed the ducks. I wore my riding boots, which double as wellies, and walked through many puddles. We saw rowers, who didn't look like they were enjoying themselves.

I'm meeting with Rebecca later on to do some work... but right now I am thinking about what to cook for dinner...

I remember a time when I didn't work in the library every day...

p.s. Do-well, Do-better, and Do-best are three characters from Piers Plowman. What I want to know is: where is Do-nothing?