Source: Miles Cole
Season of lists and mellow fruitfulness (Sunday before Induction Week)
8.34am
Washing machine hisses, slurps and dies. Look up error code on Google. Wonder how important “Motor” is. Turn off and back on again.
8.37am
And again. Decide to wait patiently.
8.38am
Decide it’s terminal.
8.39am
Realise that most of household’s underwear is inside, lolling in grey, soupy, soapy froth. Press face to porthole. Dog joins in.
8.41am
Finish wiping dog saliva off glasses. Prise open washing machine door.
9.am
Arrive at campus launderette clutching carrier bag full of soggy socks and pants. Tip them into machine, switch it on and sit down to read.
9.30am
Young man repeatedly presses button labelled “tumble dryer”. Nothing happens, because he’s trying to switch on a washing machine.
9.31am
He presses button again, harder. Stare at book. Won’t interfere – would embarrass him.
9.32am
Tell him he’s trying to turn on tumble dryer. Show him washing machine button. Worry that he’s going to be in one of my seminars.
9.39am
Young woman asks me whether I think tiny, rose-coloured cardigan should go on synthetics cycle.
9.40am
Realise with dismay that I look like someone who knows about laundry. Or a parent. Or both.
10.07am
Catch sight of Teaching Award Colleague (TAC) approaching launderette on way to library. Am engrossed in phone. Then in poster advertising student insurance. Then in spider clambering over rim of plant pot on windowsill. Will not mention award.
10.08am
Will not mention award.
10.09am
TAC has spotted me. Waves.
10.10am
Will not mention award. Shout congrats to him on award.
10.11am
Literally the worst start ever to a new academic year.
11.06am
Home again. Go into study to pack bag for week ahead. Momentary flashback to junior school. New knee-length grey socks. Freshly sharpened pencils snuggling in pristine Adam and the Ants pencil case. Name tags. Smile to self.
11.07am
But Peggy Lucas always had more grown-up shoes than mine. Mum called them: “Not very practical.”
11.09am
Frown. Husband asks what’s wrong. Is frustratingly incredulous when told that – psychologically – cannot start new academic year without new shoes. Compromise reached: agree to buy new pencil case instead.
11.17am
For a little while, miss Woolworths very much.
11.18am
Husband very unaccommodating of nostalgic Woolworths reverie: asks when last shopped there. 1993. No idea what point he’s trying to make.
1.45pm
This is going to be a brilliant year. Go through diary and block off days for writing. Will use every last minute of those days to write. Will turn off emails, Twitter and Facebook. Will have done all teaching prep in office so none comes home. Will be “A Writer”. Shall find out once and for all when to use “will” and when to use “shall”.
2.11pm
Tidy desk. Find list made immediately after June exam board. List is like buttery, melty madeleine: youthful optimism of beginning of summer floods senses. Summer List tasks: 17.
2.12pm
Update Summer List.
2.25pm
Summer List tasks partially completed: 5.
Summer List tasks wholly completed: 1.
Summer List tasks to be carried over on to Autumn List: 23 (several items on Summer List had subheadings).
3.15pm
Realise how much of summertime spent being asked questions: “Day off today?” “Lecturer? You must love those long holidays!” “Been able to get away this summer?”
3.18pm
Realise how much of summertime spent answering questions (often with unspoken, invisible footnotes – am an Academic, so nothing to worry about):
June: No – working from home. Yes – working on new book. No – writing it. No – no wizards. Nope – no vampires. It’s about female sexuality. And you?
July: No – working from home. Yes – writing a book. No – not really Richard and Judy’s style. No – not this year, but have had several weekends away. And you?
August: No – working from home. No, nothing specific. No – nowhere special. You?
September: Yes.
3.55pm
Email from new dissertation student. Says she’s no longer writing on monstrous women in Shakespeare.
3.57pm
Draft reply: “Dear Kitty, Thank you for your unilateral pronouncement about changing dissertation topic. Luckily, I know all about All Of The Literature, so your decision to write on representations of the colour red in Hawthorne and Poe is just splendid.”
3.59pm
Delete reply. Type and send new reply suggesting meeting as soon as possible.
4.09pm
Rejoice in clean inbox. Little folders down left-hand side of desktop positively burst with meticulously corralled emails.
4.10pm
Email notification pings.
4.11pm
Thus begins the new academic year: not with invitation to be keynote at major conference, but with spam email about burial insurance.
4.12pm
Start thinking about wine.
