This time of year sees everyone running in smaller and smaller circles, as the year trickles to the bottom of the hourglass grain by grain. Undergraduates get philosophical over candles and cheap red wine - and, if the toilet doors in Beattie are anything to go by, Khalil Gibran and Omar Khayyam - and the staff who will have to mark it all get philoshophical under fluorescent lights and hangovers from too much cheap red wine... and half-recalled snippets of high school setwork poems and plays.
And so the weather decides to come to the party, in a dazzle of summerblue sky and birdsong, which we barely even notice as we bustle from meeting to meeting.
Ah well, Happy Spring anyway...