I went for a nice, leisurely jog this morning, during which the most noble and estimable Sir Andy dragged me across farmers' fields through God only knows what kinds of plants that reached above my shoulders. Then, somewhat predictably, Sir Andy got lost.
"No, no," he said, "I know where we are."
Yes, yes.
After being chased across a large field by two equally large dogs, we returned to King's in more or less one miraculous piece.
Following this, I had a nice, leisurely breakfast, followed by a nice, leisurely shower. Upon returning to my room, I checked the time, nearly suffered an aneurysm, then threw on some shorts and ran out the door in my flip-flops. I'd been due to hand in my first supervision paper at around 9:30 (because that's how things work around here--people still read things on paper), but somehow, I'd gotten lost in Nice, Hot Shower Land, and it was already a quarter to ten.
And so I bolted across King's in, I repeat, a button-down, basketball shorts, and flip-flops, hair still dripping wet, across the road to the music faculty library, where I jammed my paper into my supervisor's pigeonhole and prayed for the best.
Yes.
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