School Trip

There was no Dark Heresy this weekend as Sam has come down with a virus of some kind. I saw him on Saturday when Marcos came home from Thailand (he has either had enough and didn't find what he was looking for, or has run out of money I'm guessing), and his cheeks were very puffed up. He looked groggy and generally unwell.

Apparently his doctor told him that in the week or weeks preceding the virus' main symptoms, the patient feels lethargic, tired, restless, and doesn't want to eat anything. I've actually been feeling like that for a while so, who knows, I might be next on the sick list. I hope not though.

Today was different from the usual rigmarole in that I went on a school trip. Trippy. The day out was to a Universite of Brighton campus in Eastbourne with most of year eight. I was invited along because the dance teacher hurt her ankle last week and couldn't go. I'm almost glad because it was much more fun than being stuck in a cupboard all day staring at loading screens.

I didn't participate in any activities. I was mostly there to register twelve of however-many students and make sure they got to where they were supposed to be, and take photos. Since my line manager managed to misplace the camera I lent him, I borrowed John-from-reprographics' (who, along with his wife Fran, has fast become a good friend) SLR camera. Oh boy was it a dream to use. Nothing like the shaky, clumsy, little camera I got so I could take photos for the website. Sam has a very nice SLR camera but he won't let me near it at all.

But the best part of the entire day was the chance to engage in some interesting conversation with other members of staff. It took me a good while to convince one of the PE students that I do not, in fact, have a television and that there are plenty of things to do without television and that I don't need a sofa. Even just that was interesting enough; but some of the other subjects were good too. If only we could have gone on talking for the rest of the afternoon, but soon the busses arrived and we were all made painfully aware of the time.

I'm sure conversation is one thing that people engaged in before they had televisions to hypnotise them. I certainly miss being able to just talk with people the way I could when I was at home. Of course, I'm living entirely on my own now, surrounded by much older people (I've not met a neighbor younger than fiftysomething) and at work I hardly get an opportunity to speak with my colleagues. Certainly not for any length of time.