There are, according to the taxi driver we spoke to a few days ago, 120,000 normal (as in, not students at the university) residents and about 50,000 students living in Cambridge.
There are more cars than can comfortably use the roads: Ask any local motorist what they think of the traffic into and out of Cambridge.
We have just moved here and I find myself repeatedly writing Cambrdige and swapping the d and the i when I write Cambridge. I wonder why?
I have only had this problem with one other name and that is with Jerusalem. When I type quickly, I find that I write Jeruslaem. I wonder why?
It will be a Tuesday: When that will be I cannot say.
Or it might be a Thursday.
It will be an ordinary day until 11am. Then he (or she) will be unable to sit at his (or her) desk and will find himself or herself walking towards the open air.
When he (or she) gets to the street he (or she) will be surprised to find lots of people standing in the street, on the pavements, in the road, looking like he (or she) is looking – at the buildings and then at each other.
He (or she) knew he could not continue with things the way they were. Now he (or she) wonders whether there is anyone who has a clue as to what to do next.
He (or she) is trembling and happy. Today is different.