Off To The Smoke

The world isn't just a great big onion, but sometimes it might as well be. Wouldn't it be more interesting, or at least more teary? No, probably not. Please cancel the comment and erase it from the short-term memory banks. Sometimes a song title can be taken just too far, as any glance down the list of 80s pop songs and vintage country and Western songs would tell you.

Once again, this blog will hibernate over the weekend, as the writer vanished off to the Midlands to have one last nice weekend before the full onslaught of GCSE tuition becomes known. Yes, a few last days of relaxation await. There may or may not be a post on Saturday evening, depending on the activities planned. Be warned, Muffineers! Even the most prolific nonsense writers have to take a break from time to time!

Oh, the joy of a long journey by coach. It seems the nicest option of the ones available. There's something very satisfying about lounging in the most comfortable seats available to travellers and working through a long-neglected novel or writing project. It will be nice indeed. One of the other joys of existence at the moment is the great opportunity provided by making notes for English students. For example, today the proofreading text was about a bicycle wheel found floating through deep space. Why was it there? What was its story? Not all was answered by a short extract, but these things can always return as the kernels of larger endeavours.

It has been a rough week, with multiple new students and several sleepless nights, and now the time is right for some rigorous sleeping. Sleeping is an addictive past-time. Perhaps it should only be indulged by prescription? This is really the worst kind of gibberish, isn't it? It's good to be a tutor in the weeks when everyone learns; one of the best ways to get through life. If it weren't so tiring and evening-based.

The Quirky Muffin now rests, probably for a long holiday weekend.

O.