Seems ages since I blogged last. Don’t know where the time has gone. I have spent the morning on the internet booking a holiday for tomorrow/next week. Wasn’t sure I was going to go, depended on if I got my dissertation finished or not (a draft that is). I haven’t, but I have written quite a bit, not all comprehendible but enough that the panic has subsided.
The way I see it is this: it’s the penultimate week before a very tough year begins and I’ve been at this research and writing malarkey all summer. If I don’t take a break then I might not last the pace. It’s only a week, and maybe it will be good for the brain, help un-jumble my thoughts, clarify my direction. It’s also for my husband; we can’t go away in term time, so it’ll have to be now or not at all, till xmas. He deserves a break too… so we’re off to France. Our usual cheapy: get a midnight ferry and drive through the night till the sun is out and the temperature sores… we’ve booked a cottage this time rather than camping. Should be good.
