I am quite literally rocking the "housewife causal" look at the moment. Blue  Adidas tracksuit bottoms (vintage Sporty Spice circa 1995), a maroon zip up cardigan and slipper socks, all set off with the permanant look on your face that screams " there has to be more to life than this?". I look like someone whose doused themselves in superglue and fallen head first into their local oxfam shop. All I need is a bottle of Babycham and I'd actually be my mother.

It would be a problem if I was actually allowed to leave my house but fortunately I'm being kept imprisoned by my dissertation. Months of wilful neglect have now meant that the bastard thing is in need of some quality time with me and at present things are not going to badly despite the fact its on such a boring and life sapping subject.
 
I'm on 8000 out of a possilbe 12000 words at the moment and theres no rest until we reach Completion City. Woo-woo. All aboard the work train!