Parking

Today I've been trying to find out about parking without much luck really. It's all slightly pants. The flat's own parking seems to be only for people that own the freehold on their flat; and you need a permanent parking permit before they let you have a temporary one. I don't really understand it, the porter went on about leasehold and sublet license and wasn't terribly nice, so I don't think I'll speak to him again - which is probably what he wanted anyway.

Cabaret was good yesterday, very good. Some nudity, which was very well and tastefully done at the end of the show when they're rounded up and put into the gas chambers - very moving. Sheila Hancock was brilliant as Fraulein Schneider; luckily she remained clothed.

I'm still oscillating slightly between being very glad I'm here and wishing like anything I was in Oxford. The likelihood of any sort of paid employment in Oxford is lower, but it's definitely more friendly and 'known'. Today I'm rather acutely aware of the fact that nothing is going to be easy in these next few months.