Beautiful day in this neighbourhood...

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, my flatmate is speaking Greek on the phone, and the sun is beginning to set (never mind that it's not even 4pm). And I just had tea and a piece of bread with Nutella, and I'm sitting down to read "The Brontes and their Books." I found a wonderful piece of information on Thackeray last night in the library, may have got my wireless fixed, and am feeling ok about this exam on Wednesday. Although I'm still a bit confused by the whole we'll-show-you-the-questions-beforehand-and-you-can-bring-something-in-that-has-to-be-approved-by-a-lecturer
thing. Trying to walk the line between preparing adequately and not writing the whole essay beforehand, which I feel would not be in keeping with the spirit.

Thackeray is cool. As are the Brontes. I've been working through Gaskell's Life over breakfast, marking the passages that have to do with reading... Poor Gaskell. Trying so hard to keep everyone happy.

Just wanted to let you all know that God is in fact in his heaven, and all seems to be more or less right with the proverbial.

Now I suppose I should do my work.