fire escaping

oh gosh blog i was really scared then, i thought i had lost my account. whoosh into the cybether. phew.

hi. i've finished my exams; i'm still alive. i went home on friday for lunch in a restaurant near tower bridge. i met some distant relatives from america. maine and florida. i came home that night. blog everyone else still has exams, or is at home. there's not an awful lot to do in cambridge at the moment that's not lonely.
today i went to the fitzwilliam museum. i wandered around among the pottery and was struck by the ugliness of the early british pottery in comparison to the chinese. the british stuff looked like it was made of bread, lumpen and coarse and deathlike. the chinese artefacts mesmerised me. the lines so fine, the colours the most beautiful but subtle, like those reflected on water in autumn. i stayed in the museum for several hours, inspecting this world of things. all of these randomly-arranged homeless objects. when walking around a museum i sometimes feel lost. metaphorically lost. i did today. in these things made. is this mankind, here, in this collection of specimens?
i then went to walk by the river and ran into my friend nina, who invited me to go punting with herself and her sisters. i accepted. it was a hot day, very hot. greenfly all over the river. we had to pull the boat up on these rollers to get to another bit of the river. it was hard, but on the way back it was easy and the boat started to roll down on its own. it was going quite fast and nina shouted to jump in so in a move worthy of arnold schwarzenneger i leapt in whilst the boat was speeding down on the wheels and then found myself speeding out into the middle of the river without a pole. luckily there were people on the bank (into whom the boat crashed) who helped out, quite reluctantly. it was funny. then i came back to my room, where i have been since then. i finally ventured out onto the rusty fire exit because it was so nice outside and i wanted some air. i sat up there for a couple of hours with a pot of jasmine tea and a book (the man in the high castle, i have just finished it, wonderful. also i've just realised that is a coincidental title.) and a warm jumper as the sky became a deeper blue and i read, and watched the crows and pigeons scud across the sky and land on the roof of castle house and felt quite peaceful, in my little spot. i was too scared to put all my weight on the escape, though, because it is really quite rusty and i don't want it to collapse and kill me. so i had to sort of sit inside my window ledge, which was not the most comfortable.
and then i created a googlemail account for myself to signify my moving into another era of my life. i am now fully prepared.

since i last wrote i have seen star trek:the movie three times. ohh dear (oh yes). i'll try not to leave it so long next time blog. sorrybye.