It is absolutely pouring here, or as a favourite prof at Uni would have said, "Il pleut comme une vache qui pisse." Maybe not the most elegant, but accurate. After three false starts to spring and a drought in south east England, rain is falling. Old victorian roofs are not known for the soundproof design and the steady sound of rain is soothing as I try to get organised for the day. Hopefully not too soothing as falling asleep is not part of my plan...
I am hoping to use this blog as a way to get out my need to write when the PhD chapter just won't cooperate. Thoughts build up, as does the need to write, about anything really.
Until the next tea break...
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