I quite literally pulled a fast one this morning and wrote my supervision paper in only about four or five hours.
As it is the long weekend between terms, a good part of PKP is gone, having fled to the four corners of Europe (and beyond). I'd originally planned a trip to Snowdonia this weekend, but I was in danger of drowning in my classes and, honestly, the past two weekends have been wild enough, so I pushed everything back.
It was a good decision.
The weather has been brilliant the past few days--no rain, minimal clouds, just warm and humid enough for shorts and flip-flops.
And so it was off to (learn how to) play cricket.
This really just ended up being bonding time with Sir Andy, the poor, long-suffering man, as I struggled to persuade him that my decade-old baseball skills transferred to cricket. Both involve bats and hitting round things. Close enough. After we'd bowled to our hearts' content, we wandered over to the archery range to watch a bit of shooting, and I laid back in the grass and just watched the clouds drift lazily by.
There was so much contentment.
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