Studying

If someone were to ask me if I did much study yesterday, I could honestly say that i did!

But i would hope that they would then have no follow up questions.
Yes I studied. I cleared off the mini-desk in my room (first post about resolutions), which as it turned out had an awful load of junk on it. Said junk migrated to my bed for the day. In a way that was rather clever... not only did i have a table to study on, but i didn't have a bed to retreat to should I get really really lazy.
And then the studying began. I studied a chapter of my book, I studied the movements of a white van doing the rounds in the estate my window looks out on, I studied the cloud formations. I then proceeded to study the Irish rugby match.
So yes... Plenty study done yesterday. Proud of myself, not particularly, but off to study a pint or two of Guinness anyway.
Ah, but not straight away. I knew if I came home 2-3 pints the richer I wouldn't be too impressed with a bed full of junk to clear off. Who knows, at that stage I'd probably clear it off in a kind of hap-hazard manner, leaving half of it on what little floor i have, another bit on my chair, with the remainder on the lovely biannually clean desk. So I had to set about clearing off the bed first.

Arrived back here at...i don't know, i think it was a respectable one in the morning and straight to bed with me. Well... not 'straight' to bed, I had to walk 'Indiana Jones' style across what little floor I had, balance some clothes precariously on my junk filled study chair as there was precious little space anywhere else as the stuff that was on my bed did indeed make it to the floor anyway, and then reflected that if i cleaned off my bed AFTER I got home, it really couldn't be any worse than it is now.

And so another Sunday is upon us. Study time again. Desk clean, bed a mess, no white van patrolling the neighbourhood. Conditions are perfect for learning.

Laters.

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