It's the summer, so it's time for summer schools to come and fill up the college rooms that the students have just left. This is mostly not a problem. We need the cash and, being a very old college with some less-than-four-star plumbing in many rooms, we can't really fill up with swanky conference guests.
Still, I'm not too chuffed at this appearing on my staircase this morning. (Click to make it bigger. I'm in P7.) Other signs tell me to 'Speak English!' and that my laundry day is Sunday. If I brought some washing in, do you think they'd wash it for me?
In other news, I'm doing some homework for the Symposium Hellenisticum on Cicero's De Finibus, trying to finish papers on the comparison of pleasure and activity with the 'bloom on those in their prime' in NE 10.4 and rejigging an piece on the Philebus so that it's directed at the question why Socrates thinks that just and pious people aren't likely to have the sort of false pleasures described in the example at 40a.
And we've still got to go through the college results. But that's after a very large breakfast. Perhaps some more on that next week...