I did okay with the Lent writing, I guess. Better with the chocolate (er, barring Paris).
I started two short stories in the last week, though neither are more than a hundred words yet.
Back at college today. Seven weeks of teaching left, three exams and its all over. We went to Bristol on Friday to separate parties and I drank too much (and so did he) and as we drove up to the University I said it breaks my heart, being back here.
I am still tired from that night out because I am old and, as we agreed on waking from a long afternoon nap, very much not undergraduates any more.