Officially I finished work and began my maternity leave on Friday afternoon, but of course I didn't get everything necessary done before then. So I am sitting at my desk at work, (feeling pretty stupid) taking a short break between a lecture on poststructuralist feminism, which I spent all day yesterday writing except for the parts where I fell asleep, and a meeting with a research group I'm involved with. There are still fifteen things on my work 'to-do' list. I'll get all of them done, bar three ongoing low-key projects, by Friday, and then my real rest period will start. I can't say how much I am longing to be able to put work aside for a while. I am convinced it'll help me sleep better. Last night I was so desperately sick of tossing and turning I got up and went and lay on the couch and read Lucky Jim for a couple of hours.
We bought a car on Saturday. It has air conditioning and electric windows and so forth. This is very nice but I am greatly relieved at a more basic level because our current car has broken down three times this year and is very small and not equipped to provide much protection if it gets in a crash. The dealer told Dorian that the previous owner was a member of the Exclusive Brethren. Is that supposed to be sort of like the 'little old lady who only drove it on Sundays' of yore, ie the ultimate in desirable previous owners because one who must surely have been nice to the car, not fanged it or covered up any damage? I suppose we will find out. The dealer himself was all you would expect him to be. I hate to stereotype people but honestly. Highly skilled in the fine arts of giving evasive answers to direct questions and pressuring you into doing whatever it is that will produce the highest commission for himself.