As if it was bad enough that I woke up in the middle of a nasty ‘flu, when lzh’s mother got off the bus she complained of having felt carsick the whole way down here. So I get her home and give her something for her headache then she essentially just crashes on the sofa. Damn, this morning I was looking forward to her cooking, but I don’t think she’s in any state for that.
Oh well, at least I managed to get through my last first year speaking test. And the good thing about speaking tests is the relative lack of paperwork- nothing to mark, just plug the grades in to the form, submit it, and you’re good to go. Still got the second year writing exam on Monday, then about 130 or 140 essays to mark, and then the holiday. It’ll be good.
