I’ve just emailed my final assessment piece away. I’m pretty sure it’s a 3 legged dog with fleas, but it’s off my desk and in the laps of the gods (or Ph Ds as the case may be).
All I know is I’m going for a bike ride, a shower and a sleep. And again tomorrow. And the day after. All the way to December when the postal service needs me. Then it’s 6 weeks of sweating and parcel delivery, 2 weeks off, then the rest of my life ahead of me… as a school teacher.