Retribution!

[nineveh_uk]

He rose; and in his garden
Walked by the moon alone.
A nightingale, hidden in a Cyprus tree,
Jargoned on and on.

Alas! I rose, in pursuit of my second helping of strawberries and cream, and pulled a muscle in my upper back, as a result of which I am in agony. Sporadic agony, but still agony. Thus am I paid for my greed.* Still, it didn’t stop me going on to garden party number three, which had excellent wine, Lebanese nibbles, and gently pissed academics kissing arrivals in continental greeting. Fortunately, diclofenac does not clash with alcohol. Roll on Friday.

*And practicality. Eat anything significant at 5pm and you’re spoiling tea, so you might as well eat enough not to need a meal at all rather than have to come up with half a one.

Comments

[white_hart]

You are hardier than me; one garden party was enough for me and I gave this evening's a miss in favour of going home and collapsing in a heap. I am now on holiday and not a moment too soon.

Sorry to hear about the back, I hope it mends in short order.

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

Two this evening - Trinity again briefly*, then off to New College for a faculty one (maternity leave farewell, so more of a personal incentive).

Enjoy your holiday and a good rest.

* With bizarrely formal register taking, checking invitations/cards, plus electronic register - an interesting contrast to yesterday. I may feel the need for an email as to the contrast in terms of trust, lower orders and lack thereof.

Ed. Except of course I won't.

[white_hart]

How peculiar. I realised as we joined the queue in Parks Road yesterday that I had left my invitation in the office, but the experience of previous years suggested that no-one would be checking, and if they had done I would have relied on the fact that I work in the office next to Events and they all know who I am anyway.