It’s one of our twice-a-term weekends off here this bright and sunny January weekend.
So, instead of the full complement of Saturday morning lessons, treading the sports pitches and then duty until Sunday night chapel, we are having a lovely break right through until Tuesday morning when it all kicks off once again.
Most of the troops who can have very happily headed for the hills: some to see their parents or guardians and others to stay with friends who live more locally.
I’m on duty with another colleague here in the boarding house where I am living and working this year and I am glad to report that it has been a very sedate kind of life indeed. No dramas, just the way we like it.
I think there are nearly twenty of us in total staying the weekend and for us all it is proving a good time to re-charge the old batteries and get ready for the final run-up to the next set of holidays! They can only be a matter of weeks away now.
Meantime, Titanic fan that I am, I am watching with studied interest all the events surrounding the running aground of the cruise liner the SS Costa Concordia a week ago now.
The good captain of the Concordia seems to have become a figure of international fun and scapegoating although I see that his claim that he simply ‘slipped and fell into’ one of the lifeboats seems to be gathering more credence than I was initially prepared to give it.
All a far cry from a century ago when the legendary Captain Edward John Smith of the White Star Line’s SS Titanic went down with the 1500 other poor souls as the leviathan (similar length and height to the Costa Concordia interestingly enough although much lighter) slipped into the icy North Atlantic off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland never to see the light of day again.
