Outside it is cold.Very cold.Hail has been falling this afternoon....and it is like nothing I have seen before - big soft white balls, as if a polystyrene ball carrying aeroplane had ditched its load high above in the clouds.Most odd, but rather nice.
I am pleased to say that my essay on Helen Maria Williams' poem To Dr Moore netted me my best mark yet 81%. I was really chuffed with my tutor's comments too. I notice from one of my visitor's comments ( Susan that's you!) that it appears I am not enjoying my course. Far from it! I love my course, but I have to admit that the Romantic Poets are not really my bag. Also I tend to escape to my blog when the going gets rough and this results in more than my fair share of moaning. It is, however, cathartic as I come away with renewed vigour.I just leave all of you feeling depressed!! Sorry!!
I would love to read some of the other people on my course's essays.It is strange to work in isolation for most of the time.Still, maybe its just as well that I don't. This way all the ideas I put down are my own.