It was a tough call: two honours project students needed attention, but my pals NP and GB had called in to see if I would come out to play. What made it more difficult was that we were all on a boat sailing from the tropical Hebrides where the beaches were receding due to global warming. (We all fancied the student who wandered around bare-chested – as did he himself.)
NP said that would be happy to wait for me while I undertook a supervision or two – provided that I could find her a magazine to read. There were a couple of tattered copies of Hello in the on-board doctor’s waiting room, so she took those.
Meanwhile I was pretty certain that I’d never manage to see the students: it was so long since I had done a stroke of work that I didn’t even know where where my office was located.
Dreamaticus 