Drafty

Having admitted to knowing a few names of GB athletes, and knowledge enough to voice an opinion on the Olympics, when I usually have no idea about what's going on in the world outside the Bubble, I thought I say that I haven't spent all of the last 12 days watching The Games....just quite a bit of the last 12 days....whilst also working simultaneously on my peat book.

And I have made progress. I now have, in no particular order of importance:
- two thesis examiners,
- a rough viva date,
- permission (almost) to structure my doctorate as I have structured it (into papers not one vast monotomb)
- a hand-in date
- worsening eye sight
- and 55-odd-000 words bundled into the creature that is known as Drafty (named by a dearest comrade).

Whether Drafty is any good is unknown, and will remain so for a few weeks, until my supervisor returns from her and her laptop's much-deserved holidays. Meanwhile, the weeks pass by, we win more medals, and more cookies are eaten. And Drafty's many gaps shall be filled in.

Whatever sorry state Drafty might be in right now, I'm just grateful he's come into my life at this point, and will now try my best to nurture him into adulthood....before the wind changes. I think I'm on the home-straight.