Liberation at the Post Office

Yesterday, I arranged for a taxi to pick me up when we finished work at three, and take me to the post office, to get a PO Box and connect myself with the outside world. It was great to be away from the lower middle class banter in the minibus one endures each working morning and afternoon. And getting the PO box was a big step - I was going to ask for the Company to organise it, but instead decided to give it a go myself. It took two visits, and the box is too small to receive anything but letters and small packages (that is, not books - a great pity).

The Addams Family are presenting a splendid personal, professional and academic challenge. Otherwise, I think they'd reduce me to tears.

HD came into the staffroom today and told us we're to get a few hundred pounds towards furnishings. And he hinted that moves were afoot to get a much better package. We shall see. It'll be nice to have a telly. The main thing though is to get the second bedroom furnished for my daughter to come out in due course.

The Only Significant Problem continues to be T2. Ceaseless complaints. LM confided in me tonight about his near despair. She banged on his door last Friday, with a litany of complaints and demands, saying that she couldn't stand it any more, and then characteristically turning on her heel when he began to reply. (Whenever you ask her a question, like, "Did you turn the projector off?" She'll say "What?" and turn and walk away. She's a fucking nut-job, no question. In fact, I'm hereon going to name her TOHH, turns-on-her-heel. )