Day 37, 13 Feb: Minimalist Monday

Norfolk Terrace, Day 37. 23:41. Minimalist Monday

Minimal Mon.

   An hour past the alarm. Nothing missed except most of the morning. Milk and cereal.

       Judy, the cleaning lady: “Was Vinnie’s area recently hovered [vacuumed]?” I said yeah. “Ah, I thought so. It looks much cleaner.”

           Too much time online. Then lunchtime: the wisdom of the student of law (Stephen): “Everyone’s greedy—it’s the degree of it that differs for an individual.”

                Too much time in my flat. Then left, Sierra and I met with Eleanor Crawford, who asked us if we had questions for the scholarship luncheon with Mrs. Buch on Wednesday:

                        “Is it all right if I wear khaki—trousers?”

                           Laughter, “Of course.” Tea was on her. Elegant lady.

                                  Library. Too inattentive to read, tried anyway. Got through to page 105. Dinnertime, decided on the only catered campus food (Zest).

                                               “The long notes mustn’t die!” UEA Choir rehearsal.

                                                       One day of piano and sight-reading practice a week not enough. Should go on more nights, just a hassle to walk over. Failed miserably to sight-read a few intervals in minor key, good repetition to improve, wished for more vibrato when singing.

                                                              Library, round 2: page 150. Wuthering Heights = the darkest romance I’ve ever read.

                                                                            Returned to flat, Vinnie just in from London weekend trip. Lights still not working, except for my desk one. Forgot to call about that.

                                                                                       Now for sleep. Midnight. Hope for a better tomorrow.