Or to be strictly correct, I’m in the UK, ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So yes, its great to see certain people and there are Old Things. But the reasons why I left are still ever present. Am tempted to curl up in a ball and pretend I’m not here. Or maybe I’m just over-analysing jetlag? No, I’m fine, I just find England heartbreaking.
and a cautionary tale for those of us who like to wave large sharp things around:
Today we’ve gone unconditional on the section and I’ve picked the last of the gorse needles out of my flesh, so here’s another pic, from Chch.
Now there’s a scary thought, that there could be more than one of them.
So I’ve just written a paper on scientists in places like AgResearch, HortResearch, ESR, etc…
And one of my points is that they have very low morals.
OOOPS! I mean very low morale.
Am I glad I got someone to check over what I wrote? Am I more glad that they are substantially less retarded than me? Do I owe someone cake?