the day of the dissertation

I woke up with a feeling deep in the recesses of my brain that could only mean the end of procrastination. I then spent 13 hours in front of my computer and only stopped working when I’d gone so cross-eyed I might vomit. And this is why I can solemnly declare I will never sign up for further (formal) study.

Gratefuls:

1. Antony - a functional parent to make up for this cross-eyed one. And he even brushed my hair;
2. The children being over the moon after visiting their beloved Nanny and Grandad;
3. The not-too-distant smell of freedom from study.