OU Summer School: The Second Day

[ailbhe]

07:20 Must buy a facecloth. Plumbing started making noise at about 6; didn't sleep enough. Out in the bar until after 11, then had to read before I could sleep. Suspect got 6 1/2 hours. Shoulders ache from carrying bags yesterday. Slight bruising visible. Bed quite hard; will ask for extra pillows.

There are two rabbits playing tip-chasing outside my window.

16:27 Rain. 3 rabbits outside.

Text messages:
08:05 A-R Refusing grease at breakfast makes people think i am vegetarian
09:55 R-A They can think what they like - I still love you ;-)
13:00 R-A At top of unnamed peak of 701M height. Quiet, raining, happy.
14:07 R-A Now at top of Stob Coire Buidhe (857M). Starting back shortly.
16:24 R-A Down from mountain. Bridge was out so wet feet now. 2 miles to hostel. Lots of love - tired Rob.

A few minutes later:

I am sitting downstairs in Murray Hall, one of the halls of residence. I am waiting for Peter from Fife, who is wheelchair-bound by fibromyalgia. He used to be a gardener; he has qualifications in horticulture. Now he is trying to find another career. His great passion is Music. He was surprised to hear me say that Paul McCartney has a singing voice.

I "should" be at a lecture, but they are optional and I feel that I need a rest. I was woken early and didn't sleep much. This morning we did a little on Art and a little - a very little, at an irritatingly basic level - on Philosophy, which it turns out I'm good at + the tutor thinks I should pursue. I am very pleased that the tutor contradicted my own tutor in some things; I know I was using terms correctly and she said I wasn't.

Peter, Tanja, Glenn and I have formed a team for the trivia quiz this evening. Glenn is a pub quiz regular, which should be great. I am having a lovely time. I am afraid of overcompensating for shyness by being brash, but Peter tells me I'm not. Tanja is smaller than I am, smaller even than Kayla, and I think shy. She is not doing this afternoon's Option; she is reading in her room. Recharging, I think. I still feel a need to connect with people, so I am waiting in a public space for someone I know to appear. Words like Desperate spring to mind, but I am content so they can't be appropriate.