Day 12

Massive coup when I got a reply via twitter from the author of the Guardian article about Christian Concern. Felt vindicated.


(am adopting Bridget-Jones-esque style as have today travelled in an open top car and nearly  lost my scarf. No Hugh Grant in sight but can't have it all).


Alcoholic beverages: at least 2; hours in library: 3; hours spent in sun: 6+, no. pheasants spotted: 4, likelihood of sunburn: 78%


Jess, CC and I had said we should go to Blenheim Palace for a long time, so it was SO NICE that we actually made it happen and even got Reynoldson and Tom along too. And even better that they drove in Tom's (hilarious) Micra, leaving the girls to revel in the joys of the convertible. Granted I felt a bit like some sort of sea monster with my hair-tendrils waving in my face on the faster roads, but as CC pointed out, there was no alteration in frizz-level. It'll take a lot more than *that* to make my hair big, sister. We had a picnic, by a lake, with Asti and nice bread and strawberries and houmous and similar delights, and then we went for an extended walk around the grounds. It was unbelievably sunny. Jess and I were both in dresses and it was great not to have to wear tights - I only kept my scarf on to avoid turning into a lobster. It was so nice to be away from Oxford, even for just half a day. We even drove into Woodstock when we left the grounds and had a drink in a pub there, and then spent the evening watching questionable television. Now it's bed time and I'm absolutely exhausted, but in a sun, activity and freedom way, rather than a sedentary, post-library, 'my brain is tired but my body is awake' kind of way.


I will need my wits about me tomorrow as I alternately tackle the forces of Latin C1st literature and evangelical homophobia, so g'night all.