on a Thursday morning...

The days are now noticeably getting longer, I feel almost ecstatic about this. I keep monitoring sunrise and sunset times and I like to think that an extra 5 minutes between sunrise and sunset make all the difference. In reality of course it is not noticeable from one day to the next and I continue to wear my high visibility vest and plenty of lights when cycling to and from work. Having said that, this week I am relying on bus travel, which is unusual and a bit more complicated but ok.

Just now, I am sitting in a lecture on snake bites and wish I hadn't eaten a snack just a few minutes ago. We have an on campus teaching week with an eclectic mix of lectures by specialists from all over the world. My office is 4 miles away from the teaching venue and it is just more practical to stay in the lecture theatre, put my headphones on and work quietly in a corner in between introducing speakers.

I am recovering from an ear infection in my right ear. Today is the first day in five that I am not in agonising pain and it seems that I can hear again. As you can imagine, wearing headphones most of the day didn't help. I couldn't get a GP appointment but I have a room full of doctors willing to write out a private prescription if need be. I don't think I'll need it now.

Our bird feeders have been almost untouched for more than a week. I am not sure why this is, maybe our neighbours put out nicer grub, or maybe there is plenty of food around still.

It is miserable here in Glasgow. It is a bit of a theme, the miserable weather. We sleep with the window open but had to close it because the wind pushed the rain in and being rained on in bed is not nice.

I treated myself to a Seasalt tunic. I am not a habitual tunic wearer but this one caught my eye, it has big pockets which I love and it dark green, which I love also. I don't buy many clothes but every now and then I splash out on something that will last. I also finished knitting my pale pink Polaris jumper, which I'll show you soon. Spoilt for choice, that's what I am.

I am listening to "The language of kindness" by Christie Watson. This biography of her nursing career is narrated by Christie herself. I am not prone to weeping when reading but I did have to wipe away tears discreetly when listening to a particularly touching story on the bus.

Life otherwise is uneventful. I haven't spent much quality time with the children this week due to long days at work and very early nights because I wasn't well. Richard reassures me all is well at home. I'll be glad to return to a normal routine next week.

Thanks for visiting.