Jeepers, turn my back for ten minutes and there's an outbreak of le diffulage! Confabs, Eeyore. Enjoy the PESHes! I popped my head round the Deli Door when I was menkulling like a bastard experiencing SYMPTOMS and they were a diverting bunch fo sho.
Mountie am following your trials with mounting (see what I did there?) frustration and anger on your behalf. Owing to the vagaries of Mumsnet I can't write this and go back and read the deets but trust, I've got your back girlfriend
Cass but I was so excited! Any chance it's a false neg? (HB demonstrates once again insane levels of boss-eyed optimism).
Muse I'm with you re. Dylan. Saw him live last year. Had hoped the sheer force of my adoration from the front stalls would bring him to my arms, but nope.
Gah, I am so aware I'm behind on everyone and everything. Aries, is it POAS time yet .
Well, we had a super time away. I was a mentalist for much of the time - the immensity of what I am about to try and do rendered me sleepless, eatless (hurrah! I have my COLLARBONES back!) and ratty. Nonetheless, SWI was achieved at optimum timing. Only the once though. And then of course I got in a further welter of self-agonising indecision (viz., am I secretly avoiding diffment so that my mind can dwell elsewhere???? DON'T ANSWER THAT).
For gin and those lucky enough to not already know every last fucking detail who missed it, here is the dilemma in brief:
Was civil servant. Jacked it in to do literary MA and PhD. PhD due Sept. Meanwhile been keeping roof over head working for the Bar (not the gin kind). 3 years of working for Bar has seduced me entirely and wholly. Struck last week by overwhelming sense of comparative futility of lecturing on narratology for the 30 years until retirement. Sought advice from barristers. Upshot of advice: am going to try the most bonkers volte face and see if, at my age, lacking a law degree, and having no money, and the world's worst credit rating, I can enter the Bar. (consensus answer: no probably not, but you might as well give it a shot).
Oh and have a baby at the same time too. HOOPLA!!!! Enter dancing bears!