One of the many ailments that you become eligible for when you spend most of your waking hours writing a dissertation is neck ache. It's very painful and not very nice, but not a problem when one of your housemates is a sports masseuse. The pain seems to have faded for the meantime, and I'm hoping I can wake up with a much less painful head-cord tomorrow.

Mother came up today. I summoned in the troops mainly because I needed someone to proof read the diss asap, and after some serious graft and a Newshouse lunch, I'm ever-so-close to something I'm happy with. My main concern is the last paragraph to be added to the conclusions; plus the validity of my arguments (for which I have requested professional help). It's looking and feeling good though; I'll be glad that I got it all off my chest on Monday, although I'm a little disappointed that I'm going to be straight back on the work wagon with major project.

I've not had any dinner. Partially because there is no food in the house and partially because I couldn't be bothered to walk to Tescos before it closed. If I don't find something soon I'm going to tuck into the first draft.