Dot writes: I’m posting this mostly because I can. I’m in the lounge of Hinsley Hall in Leeds, which is the place Leeds Tourist Information Centre found us to stay while I attend the International Medieval Congress, and which turns out to be some sort of ecumenical Christian conference centre. It has rooms named after Aelred of Rievaulx and Hilda of Whitby; as a medievalist I find this pleasing. Anyhow, my paper is written, and I think the core of it is reasonably good (though I never really know until I present them whether my papers are any good), and now I have only to track down the Anglo-Saxonists’ meal this evening and not drink too much to drive back and breastfeed Hugh afterwards.
The other night I dreamt I had to sit the General Paper and I was writing an essay on ‘the pig in world literature’. I wasn’t doing well managing the time and I couldn’t read what I had written in the first part of the paper because my handwriting was that terribly loopy arcaded kind in thick pen, and also I seemed to have put coloured stickers all over it. I wonder a) what this all means (I don’t understand my own work, perhaps) and b) what one could in fact say about the pig in world literature?