*hears the call and appears suddenly from behind a bush*
How about another WH Auden poem?
"You're a long way off from becoming a saint
As long as you suffer from any complaint,
But if you don't, there's no denying
The chances are that you're not trying."
Apologies for my quietness: I was actually about to respond about an hour ago, but was forcibly removed from the place where I was working. It's a long story, but I am NOT in a good mood. Internal politics and bloody irrationality. *explodes*
JD - I'm an archaeologist (ex-pro digger and now student) and am meant to be writing views of the English landscape, which I can do til the cows come home. It's my own project and I can waffle joyously about it for hours. However, I rather stupidly signed up to do a course on archaeological surveying as part of my degree. It's fine in principle, but the last three weeks have involved things that I did every day when I was a field archaeologist, so it feels like a waste of (rather a lot of) time. I rather resent standing in the freezing cold for an hour brandishing a measuring stick in order to practise something I could do with my eyes shut. I'd also like to be able to sit and do what I do best - write - rather than buggering about with pages of surveying data.
*sigh* Sorry guys, not a good day for Bunburies. Can I have one of your jammie dodgers please, JD? I think I need it.
Peace (it's here somewhere, I'm sure),
Bunbury.