Day 35: What Am I Doing

Well. I was just rudely awakened by the crashing opening bars of Elgar's Cello Concerto. If you've ever had trouble waking up in the mornings, I advise you to set the first fifteen seconds of the first movement as your alarm tone. You'll wake up imagining the world has already ended, and it's your first day in purgatory where all you will do is listen to horrifically depressing music whilst pondering the meaning of existence in a stuffy, windowless room.

Oh wait.


Never mind.

We had a wild football game last night over at the Pembroke Sports Ground. It had rained for much of the afternoon, leaving the grass slick and wet underfoot, and since we're all international students just squeaking by under the fifty-pound weight limit on our luggage, only about two of us had brought cleats. I was lucky enough to have my trail shoes, which have lugs about as deep as cleats, but even then, playing was like skating around on green ice, and there were Charlie Browns aplenty.

We actually met up with a cadre of English teachers from Japan who formed a team of their own against our side, a bunch of PKP kids largely from Egypt (with yours truly being the sole exception), so we were able to have a full-on, eleven-a-side football game, which was quite exciting although I literally did not understand a word of what was being shouted by either side.

I spent the second half in-goal, which was both somewhat nostalgia-inducing and fairly painful. I haven't practiced my dives in, oh, about a decade. Lovely.

This morning, I went for a jog with Sirs Andy and Charlie down to Grantchester (this will be the last time I write this sentence. Promise.) so a couple of girls could have a look around the Orchard. Tomorrow, I'll be cycling with Sir Charlie to Milton for their weekly parkrun, which should be interesting.

Interesting?

Let me rephrase that.

At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll be meeting a kindly Scottish man with whom I've spent a grand total of perhaps ten minutes in conversation at the Pembroke plodge, cycling with him on his spare bike half an hour north to Milton, where I will participate in a trail race around several lakes and likely generally make a fool of myself.

Interesting.

Yes.

I certainly don't have two papers due next week.