Think I'm turning into a grumpy old woman, a furious one at least.
First day back at school, filled with endless, pointless meetings. An hour spent listening to a hearing impaired expert reading from the handout she had just given us. Classroom still not fit for human children. Paper, paper and more paper and no time to write, or to think. Creative processes stultified by the trivial.
The weather of course has turned into glorious Indian Summer.
Good news. E mail contact renewed with Jonathan Clarkson, fresh from his triumph at the Edinborough Festival and poised on the brink of success with his new sit-com Howling not Barking.