And I just don’t get headaches. Never. ‘Wot, never? No, never.’ Well hardly ever. But it’s been a beautiful day and I’ve been stuck in studying. Up at 5.58 this morning, as I had been awake since before 5.30. John was awake too, so we had breakfast very early. Then I began studying. At about 9am I went down to the shops for the paper, milk, and meat for the weekend. Oh this is so boring. Think I’ll give up this blog. Do I really want to remember what I did today in twenty years’ time when I’m 86? Anyway, I have been getting to grips with a 2,000 word essay on whether children’s books should reflect the society of today. We need to refer to three books. I’ve chosen Junk (Melvyn Burgess) The Other Side of Truth (Beverley Naidoo) and Mortal Engines (Philip Reeve) It’s ages since I read Mortal Engines, so I am re-reading it when I’m tired of writing. Really miss the fresh air, but I finish studying in May, and then I’ll have a BA (Hons) Lit. I will continue to study with the OU, but just do short 10 pointer courses for interest.

John has just signed up for an OU course - Exploring Fear and Sadness. It starts in May, so I’ll try to learn alongside him, and choose a course for myself next October.

He’s talking about going to New York for a week this year. Not sure if I want to make the effort.  No place like home. Except I wish I had got out today. Not New York. More North Cave Wetlands.

M and F skyped us today. Alexander is growing so big. We’re meeting up at Ali’s next week for Easter. Can’t wait.