Final class

My last class of term and hence the year is somewhat uneventful, except that there is still light at 7.30pm. Which is in itself quite an event I think. There is something hopeful about light in the sky, and dusk that lingers. And I can see the Shard, lit and tall behind the church steeple of St John’s of Waterloo. And my sister is waiting for me to have dinner at Brunswick, and we will probably have Asian.