It's been a busy two days, but by no means in an entirely negative manner. I'm reminded of the ubiquitous nineteenth century image of the busy bee, intended to sound so positive in its overtones. Who didn't love the fruitful industry of the old bumble-bee? You hardly hear of them now.
Anyway, we're just back from a series of Raya visits - full of goodies, rather too tired for our own good, but essentially smiling. And yesterday we ourselves hosted around forty folks all told from the late afternoon onwards, and very jolly it all was. That followed hard upon the heels of my involvement in the annual Lit seminar, which I always look forward to.
The only fly in the ointment, the dreary housefly amongst the bees, has been the need to find time to mark scripts, check files and the like. Some (unfortunate) things never change.
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