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Spring has arrived with a triumph of fine weather. I have been in short-sleeves most of the week (still wearing stockings with my skirts, though) and spent most of yesterday afternoon lying in the sun in the lounge or on the deck with a book or the laptop reading. I've spent most of this afternoon in the same way. You can tell it's spring, rather than summer by the recent spate of frosts in the morning and the way the air cools late afternoon, which makes me start thinking that slippers might be a plan.

I am currently resenting the fact that I really need to do some thinking and homework. I have redone my terrible answers to the questions on the Sale of Goods Act 1908 to be handed in. I am currently putting off doing the set of questions on the Insurance Law Reform Acts 1977 and 1985 which I like even less than the Sale of Goods Act. I like the Personal Properties Securities Act 1999 even less than those three, but at least questions on it are usually able to be answered by looking at the Act.

I went to the DCM bookfair yesterday morning with the flatmates and was very restrained - I only bought 13 books and 3 CDs. Of course, five of those books were priced, and the CDs were priced, so while I was under budget, it wasn't by much. I'm rather pleased with some of the purchases - a random biography of Nancy Wake which I've never seen before (I still really want a copy of The White Mouse, Trio - a CD by Dolly Parton, Linda Rondstadt and Emmylou Harris, of which I have Trio II already. It has already been dumped straight on the relaxation playlist for listening to before bed. Also found a copy of The Lost Prince by Frances Hodgson Burnett, which is a book I adored when I was younger.

Got to church this morning for the first time in a month. I know this because the last time I went it was also communion and we only have communion on the first Sunday of each month. It was an interesting sermon on chapter 6 of Galatians, the final in a series on Galatians, which I managed to miss all of. Next week, apparently will be a precursor to the November series on saints and heroes, and all I currently have on next weekend is a haircut and colour, so I should manage to get to that. Church two weeks in a row - won't that be a shocker?

The last couple of days have been exercises in frustration. Not that any one big thing was the particular cause of this, but lots of little things accumulated. I was home by about 10.30pm, talked to my flatmates for a little bit and went to bed to read a book for a wee while before sleeping. Come 1.15am, I've finished my book (The Year of the Lucy by Anne McCaffrey) and am finally relaxed enough to sleep.

Which, of course, meant that this morning I heard my alarm go once, very vaguely, and then nothing until twenty-five to seven, which is when my bus leaves Wilton. No gym for me today, alas, and I've felt wrong all day because of it.

It's interesting to note that yesterday, when everything seemed to go wrong, but I got to the gym in the morning, I was able to face things with equamity and more or less cheerfulness. Today, when things didn't go as badly, but I didn't get to the gym before work, I felt a lot more irritable and anti-social.

So Day Eleven of making a habit rather failed.

I have had my first two classes for the two papers that I'm taking. They both look to be very interesting. Legal Systems will probably be harder work than Law Office Practice, but even with just one class, and a lot of that class taken up with admin work, they both look like they're going to be really interesting. Which is just as well.

Tomorrow will be better.