I know it’s not Tuesday, but I took the day off of work yesterday and got a bunch of things done, none of which was actually at the computer. I went to Bible study and then headed to the bank. Somebody got a hold of my debit card number and ordered like $500 worth of stuff, so I had to get that straightened out. then I did some organizing, some cleaning, some cooking. And finally sat down and watched a couple of tv shows, Grimm and Dracula. It was a good day. Wish I had another day off today. Alas, no such luck.
In the year 1935 I came down from Cambridge with my poor degree in English, a Third – what my supervisor disapprovingly referred to as ‘the poet’s degree’. I had spent my time at college in jaunty self-indulgence, rising late, cutting lectures, wandering round wisteria-clad college quadrangles drinking and carousing, occasionally playing sport, and attempting – and failing – to write poetry in imitation of my heroes, Eliot, Pound and Yeats. I had grand ambitions and high ideals and absolutely no notion of exactly how I might achieve them
I certainly had no intention of becoming involved in the exploits and adventures that I am about to relate.
So, what do you think? Keep reading or not?
Tuesday Intros is hosted by Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea.