Tonight Nero is a little startled by ChatGPT's inability to follow instructions. Given a list of Cambridge Latin course vocabulary from stages 1-16, and a request to create Latin sentences, ChatGPT added words like 'bellum' , 'sermo', 'loquor', 'ruber' etc. Which definitely weren't on the list.

Poppaea joins me for a little Aeneid 2...

Deeply impressed by Chichester Cathedral's Acting Dean and his rather sweet story about his own cat!
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Still not sure if Nero hates or really loves Plato...

So, I was supposed to send a headshot of my younger son for an application. Apparently, I sent a scan of Eryximachus' speech from the Symposium instead. Not at all sure I know how I confused the two.

Half term! Tomorrow I will start revising my Love & Relationships scheme of work. But tonight, I shall eat curry from Chichester's gorgeous Massala City.

Re-watching The West Wing is so very bitter-sweet.

Once again:

WAR SHOULD NOT BE TREATED AS A SPORT IN WHICH WE WAVE OUR FLAGS AND ROOT FOR OUR TEAM.

THE ONLY WINNER IS PEACE.

Everyone and everything else loses.

Is loss.

Is lost.

Very happy with my 16 year old for introducing me to the band 'Beast in Black' - a mutual taste in low-brow heavy rock is a serendipitous thing.

Arthur Millar's 'View from the Bridge' at Chichester Festival Theatre this evening. A study of American-Greek tragedy in shades of grey with a side order of homoeroticism and an unsubstantiated shiver of incestuous abuse. Themes of suffering immigrants served up to a Chichester audience. Apt.

Nero decides I have done enough work on a Saturday.

The cat's view of my marking Euryalus 10 mark questions.