It's been a funny week - I've always been a fan of 'Open All Hours'.
Exam week at school - I hate these exams. I was very good at exams because, once upon a time (before I fell in love with alcohol), I had a near photographic memory. But that's what most exam are - a test of memory. Therefore not a test of learning. Stop testing our children in this way!
Monday, I went to see the Head, to tell her I was applying for a funded PhD studentship. I'd love to get it and have had wonderful help off friends in applying for it. But I hate waiting. So we'll see.
Wednesday - the Awful Thing was re-judged and it seems it's not as awful as we thought. Still, a tense time ahead.
Thursday - saw me send off my PhD application.
Friday - marking papers and ending up at Whitley Bay Ice Rink - don't ask.
Saturday - polishing my proposal for the Durham Mystery Plays. Trying to finish my story for the BBC Short Story competition. Beginning my next collection of short stories, as well as working on the new and personally satisfying novel.
Sunday - the road resurfacers are supposed to start @ 8am. Our new neighbours move in downstairs. They're a family with a young daughter.
Anything's got to be better than a drug-dealing prostitute and her club music obsessed son! (oh yes, there's material for another novel in there!)
Monday - an assembly about Lego and marking the papers I didn't bring home over the weekend.
I long to be a full-time writer!