Deaf geographies, and other worlds.
You’ll forgive me not posting for a few days. I’ve been on ‘holiday’.
In the past, holidays were things that provided time off; a rest, a chance to unwind, an opportunity to relax, lie in the sun, drink, sleep, ignore the washing up…
Then we had a daughter.
Now the daughter is 15 months old – and has no concept of ‘holiday’. ‘Holiday’ for her is simply doing the same thing as usual somewhere else – if possible a ball pit or bouncy castle.
I love her – but I’m knackered.
Still, rather that than sit immobile doing exams like the Deaf history students that I’ve taught this year.
Guys, I hope you did OK? I’ll find out tomorrow when I pick up the transcripts.
… and then, I hope, back to more translation