If that’s doing it my way, I’ll never listen to Frank again…

Finally. I have enough words to submit a full portfolio on time. Phew!

I’ve still got until midday to hand it in, so I’ll probably do a final bit of proof-reading tomorrow morning, but no major revisions should be needed. I hope…

As I’ve said a couple of times now, I’m well aware that it’s a bit of a pickle that I’ve got myself in, and it’s done no-one any favours – Naomi least of all, I imagine. I wouldn’t know, as I’ve seen so little of her while I’ve been down here in my dungeon/study.

I don’t think now is necessarily the right time to continue to reflect on this though, as bed is calling me, and the keyboard keys are beginning to look the size of caryons of fruit juice. Batsmen get their ‘eye-in’, and the ball appears much bigger, making it easy to play. Maybe I could write some ground-breaking stuff now? Or maybe not.

How to discipline myself next year? Answers on a postcard.