My 'Office'

The only place I can find anything vaguely like quiet in my parents' house is the spare bedroom (or my temporary bedroom as my old bedroom is doubling as a storage depot). It was going quite nicely in the conservatory until nextdoor started mowing his lawn with what sounded like an industrial sized machine (knowing him it probably was). Closing the windows helped a bit with the noise but turned the room into a sauna. When the sun went it in I rejoiced. When every drop of rain in the Heavens was unleashed on the roof of the conservatory I was less impressed.

And even though I am a lot more comfortable in the spare bedroom I still haven't done my work. I am proclaiming my self the International Queen of Procrastination, and NO ONE will depose me.

Urgh, I really need to get this research proposal done, but fear of the blank page has got quite a strong grip on me. Shame I need to get it done by tomorrow!