Sundays

Frenzied, desperate creativity grasps me every Sunday morning. Unfortunately, so desperate and frenzied is this urge that I rarely actually achieve anything of worth: in the last hour I’ve started working out plans for some storage furniture (unfinished), subscribed for job alerts from two employers (neither yet confirmed), and, bizarrely, spent about half an hour finding bandwidths and tuning the presets of my radio in order to sate an inexplicable desire to listen to the BBC World Service at the touch of a button (couldn’t find it in the end). Why? It might be some extremely diluted version of the feeling that Alan Johnston recently described upon his release: wanting to see and do everything at once. Of course, the last three weeks of the summer term hardly resemble interminable incarceration at the hands of dangerous and unpredictable lunatics. Hmm. Interestingly, Johnston also mentioned that the World Service kept him going …