Sometimes, I get a little disappointed with myself as at this stage, I really think I should know how to write. Yet, I have handed over a first 'exceptionally rough draft' to my lecturer as time pressures have meant that I haven't had time to sort it out. I have also emailed him a detailed plan and see what he thinks of that, too. This is the last week I can see and email him - from there on in, I am on my own (well, me and 60 others who are freaking out re their own dissertation final sub - 38 days and counting). Tomorrow, I will go back to chapter 2 and rewrite the end, as I believe that ch 1 and 2 even if they
Do need overhauling - will largely be ready for academic sprinkles.
Mother's day was nice. Lunch out at Waitrose and cards/flowers/chocolates from Prodigal 1. Prodigal 2 bought me an attractive notebook and a
paper laser, of which I will be having plenty of fun time with, winding up the cats. Because I am such a child.
