Anyone would think...

...that Bailey was the one at the end of week six of an eight week and two day term and seriously flagging. He retired to the spare bed before his tea and has only stirred to re-position himself.

My day was definitely less frustrating than yesterday with more conversation than instruction which is always preferable. My classes generally got on and I started to make a dent in my inbox. I came home at a reasonable time too and didn't have to queue around the ring road with all sorts of other folk. Not that Bailey has particularly appreciated my early return but I'll not take it personally.