I would blog - honest I would but the slave driver in the corner over there won't let me. She seems to think that the dissertation needs to be done today - I don't see why - there are dayyyssss yet before it's due.

Oh come on, it's boring. Writing is much more fun and I've had so many ideas for the new boys. They're theatre folk and he's called Tom and. . . and she's shouting at me now so I have to go do some work. Pity. I was just getting to the good bit.

She's going to be modest about it but go and ask her about the photo and the award - I said go ask. Go. Scoot.