Zero hour!

Son Gwyn's Eng. Lit. MA dissertation has to be printed, bound, signed, sealed and dispatched by the 2pm submission deadline tomorrow.

I crept up to catch him in the final stages of polishing, tweaking and defining terms (the unconscious, return of the repressed, post-modernism, psychogeography...)

He sets a very high standard but struggles to apply himself. It's been bit of a nail-biter but we think it's all come good in the end. I just can't wait to see the proof of posting in his hand tomorrow.