The title says it all. A nap please? mais non...
One disastrous paper barely over and the other beckons.
No time for gamboling in the soothing warm rays of the afternoon sun,
Pack up that thick woolly shawl and hide out in the library for your studies days are not done.
Tuesday- a whisper in your ear- light as the gentle flutter of a falling leaf, so soft you think you're starting to imagine things- which of course you probably are at this juncture.
Oh the horror.