Headlights chicken

I'm technically on half term this week. I say technically, because the college have a bizarre system in that we lecturers aren't automatically entitled to all the half term holidays off; we have to book it off as leave (which we're only allowed to do during school holidays). So I was actually in college on Tuesday...and I was the only person there. Such was my listlessness and lack of motivation to get on and do next term's planning, that I instead cracked out the wet wipes and took an inordinate amount of pleasure from giving the communal computer and peripherals a thorough wipe down. No more sticky mice for me. I take pleasure from picturing the look of delight on the face of the next person to use the computer. (I really am in the wrong job, aren't I? My cousin pondered - 'So what do cleaners do to procrastinate?' which tickled me.)

On the way home I lost a game of 'headlights chicken' 7-2, very poor show. Headlights chicken is a game I like to think I invented, but I surely can't be the only person who plays it. It involves simply driving along in the dark with full beam headlights engaged. Then, when you see the glow of the lights of an approaching car around a bend or over a hill, I like to see who will be 'chicken' first and go to dipped lights. If I dip mine first, I've lost, and if I dip after they have appeared and thus dazzle the driver, I lose too. I just wasn't on form.

I managed to spend all of fifteen minutes at home to gobble a pre-cooked chilli before speeding off in the other direction to try out a different orchestra, this time in Warminster. It was fun being the only second violinist and playing such classics as 'March of the two left feet' and 'Portrait of a flirt', but decided it might be a bit much of a trek to make a regular commitment (especially given that the A36 was closed for line painting on the way home - does anyone pay attention to those 'Road closed at nights' signs? - it took me over an hour to try and navigate my own way home, too stubborn was I to follow the 'Diversion' signs, but I did get to see some pretty spectacular snowdrop sights on my country diversion, and rediscovered the Ginger Piggery.)

Lost at 'headlights chicken' again.