Even with Jane Garvey providing the commentary, the Chinese acrobatic performance was dull, dull, dull. Indeed, it was so tedious that I could feel myself drifting off to sleep in my seat. The looks that my neighbours cast my way indicated that I had also probably started to snore.

When I returned to the house I put some effort into my choice of outfit for my next day at work. I struggled in my attempt to find tights and a cardigan to match a skirt. Did purple go with brown? Would others appreciate this colour combination?

JK joined me when I hunted for shoes. She hoped to borrow a flat brown pair from me.

While I had JK’s attention I took the opportunity to show her my accommodation. It was about time she saw the appalling sleeping conditions. At the top of the house she was shocked to find that my broken camp bed was crammed in with two others in the tiny attic bedroom, and that my room-mates included CW and her son G.

See Jane Garvey elsewhere on Dreamaticus: Jane Garvey lies about her student days (Rousse).