...we had all the trouble with the porters. It happenned some weeks ago now.
Benjamin, Iona and I met Gloria at Emmanuel porters' lodge at 8.45, a.m. As we three "aliens" waited, we were questioned by Angry Porter (the only angry porter I have encountered there, in all fairness): were we members of the college? Did we have permission to be there from a fellow? Were we aware that it was Quiet Period? No, No, Yes. When Gloria arrived, she turned on the charm. I have a lot of respect for Angry Porter, because Gloria's charm is very hard to resisit, but there was ABSOLUTELY NO WAY we were going to be allowed to use that swimming pool. No sirree!
So, Gloria whispered to us to go and hide.
Which we duly did - but, foolishly, in the fellows' garden, near the pool; we should have kept a greater distance... Sometimes, the porters just give G the key, and tell her to lock up and bring it back when she's done. I thought that would happen now. I hadn't reckoned on the true Grump of Angry Porter, who ESCORTED HER ALL THE WAY TO THE POOL.
Iona, Benz and I hid behind a bush.
We kept very still.
Angry Porter got closer...
We won, in the end.
It was cold.
Term is over. I am swimming in the Granta once more, very early tomorrow morning, then I shall be back on Brighton beach...
Bring on the sunburnt beach-whales that signal summer in the south east!