And that sweet city with her dreaming spires…

I’ve not blogged for yonks. There’s been oodles of water under the bridge. Time has been squeezed into a minute thimble.

My first term at Oxford has passed in a whizz. I’m already panicking about leaving. And there are two terms left to for a little more self indulgence. I’ve become part of the pastiche. My vintage Triumph bike and Bod card are used like crutches, comforters.

What will I do without them? I’m already homesick, and not for Manchester.