A Wasted Saturday

Disappointingly I am sitting out in the University coffee shop, frantically downing coffee and trying to write a lecture for Monday. Apparently there was supposed to be strike action on Monday by both staff and students. Convenient for both sides right? This week I happily focused on trying to write my conference paper and when I wanted to avoid it I tried to clean the house. But I was informed on Thursday afternoon that the staff strike had been called off. Thursdays are my last 'working' day of the week. Guess I should have written it instead of wasting my time on the internet all day. Now I am out in attempting to get some 'ideas'. I say ideas in quotation marks because I am sure that I have real ideas but I feel like I need some theoretical ideas. As much as I would love to just talk for an hour about the artist whose work we are discussing, I need theory to back up some of my claims. Incidentally, the student strike has not been called off, meaning that while I have to be prepared to give the lecture, there might not be anyone there to hear it! Meanwhile the little family is off exploring a working farm where you get to pet animals and have picnics. The cousins are over from Spain and cupcake has been having a great time with them. And by great time I mean she absolutely refuses to share toys or her Nana. (What am I chopped liver?) But the worst part is while they are off galavanting in the countryside I am stuck here with that stupid teletubbies song stuck in my head and I can't hear myself think with it in there! Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala, Po...