Up to speed on me

True to my word, and at the request of dozens of my most loyal, imaginary readers, here is the next installment of the great adventure that is the life of the lesser spotted great tit otherwise known by its Latin name Stabilitas Tremulous Epidemicus Phiphiscus Hardibilitas Eventus Nonentitas, which fanciers will often read acronymised. Reqular viewers will recall that the last we heard of our intrepid bird was of its return from Germany to the Irish shores where it seemed to be musing on its next move. Recent reports from the wire allow this reporter to report that the tit was last seen in and around the Maynooth district, much to the chagrin of many bird-fanciers who expected the species to be found among the more northerly regions. Two weeks having elapsed, the sport pundits are laying odds that the tit will be homing north once more this weekend, taking the bus on Friday.

Things have been fine for me as I settled back into my life here around these parts. Indeed in some ways, the story has improved appreciably. I am now living on my own in a house at the discretion and gift of my boss here in the seminary. I have my courses coming together for next week, and the class websites I'm creating will be useful tools for the students and myself. I have my timetable, which now looks ok, and will allow me enough time to study as well. I still haven't heard about my grant from either source which I have applied for it from, but one girl is all you need, so they say. Hopefully, love and financial assistance will find me, preferably not coming one with the other. I need to know the girl really loves me, not just doing it out of a sense of charity! I have not been starved for company. Peter was down for three days, Cliona visited, James has made a couple of visits and Elena and he invited me out for a night, and tonight Ann is coming over for some lovingly-made pasta and a break from her presently heavy workload. I just walk about the house doing different things in each room and realising I can. In the kitchen I cook, in the study I write, in the lounge I lounge, in the bathroom I do lots of things, in the hall I talk on the phone and find things on the floor in the morning, and in the bedroom I do horizontal starjumps on my big fat double more-comfortable-than-anything-since-childhood bed. Life is relatively good, in the short term, spoken advisedly.