Day 1539

Put £13 in loose change into the bank, got to campus at 2.30. Then waited about 3 hours for the results to be posted, occupying the time with some XView, net-surfing and renewing library books.

Walking through the corridors, caught myself feeling nostalgic for winter lunchtimes.

As my adviser had warned me, the results were not very exciting; just an alphabetical list of the people who'd be allowed to do dissertations.

The union bar had been accidentally burnt down (!) so went in the other one for a quick couple of pints. Watched France v. Czechoslovakia, spoke to P who was watching it too.

Got the 1830 bus. It was a hot, still, grey evening. There were heavy drops of rain on the way but it came to nothing.

Home by eight. England lost in the semi-final to Germany on penalties, again.

It's been a rather anticlimactic day. Suppose I'd better start thinking about the project now (only 2 months 24 days to go).

Also, waiting at the bus stop in the evening I could not put myself back into the anxious mindset however hard I tried. Like the Collector's, my collapsed will has once again been shored up with the strongest timbers.