This hotel has very loud doors; when they close, the floor shakes. I was awoken just after 6.30 by my neighbour leaving their room but it was a huge relief, because I'd been having a nightmare about the University where I used to work.
Someone had moved into my office; they were a ceramicist, and they'd filled the drawers on the desk with blocks of fresh clay. This is the result of becoming over-engaged with the Channel 4 show The Great Pottery Throwdown, perhaps. I was able to rescue some tiny things from one of the drawers, but there was nobody around to ask why it had happened. The University was functioning, with assistants at the desk, security guards and all of the people-machinery to keep it ticking over, but there were no students and no lecturers. That this seemed so frustratingly normal might give you an inkling of how it feels to work in HE at the moment. Talking to people who are still in these places, you get the feeling that they are standing on one of those cliffs in Norfolk that are being brutally reclaimed by the sea.
It's going-home time and the sun is shining! What a lovely day to wake up to.
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Was the Hotel "Fawlty Tower's"
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