There was one entirely ordinary week in the middle of April and she was glad of it afterwards.
Wren's grandmother came down from Manchester and had to be taken round the cathedral and fed cake. Selena did an essay on Tacitus that was, Faraday said, "irritatingly good." She went to the launderette. She lost a glove. She rang her mother on Sunday and lied comprehensively for forty minutes about how her year was going and afterwards sat on the end of her bed feeling filthy.