I just spent an hour and a half on the floor of Waterstones hunched over a heavy, 608 page book. Well, first I tried to sit on a tiny, uncomfortable window seat (possibly not actually meant for sitting on), but the floor soon seemed like a better idea. I strained my neck. I got a paper-cut.* My foot fell asleep and got all tingly. But it was time well-spent.
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*brushes off dust*
Oh, right, I have a blog.
In the wake of the holidays, my attention was hogged by these pesky things called assessments. You know, the academic sort with deadlines that really matter. The stuff that will determine whether I receive a piece of paper that says MA on it. Yeah, those things.
But I’m back. I’ve emerged from my cave and I have something I want to talk about.
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