My MSc supervisor took paternity leave, several months, the full whack, good for him, three months into the thesis-writing bit. At the time my then partner was exhibiting more signs of his borderline personality disorder and alcoholism, and the Walrus, who was a very good friend, recommended I move out.
I did just that and deferred the thesis for a few months. I was then allocated a new supervisor who was amazing and brilliant, and we met in Manchester in one of the old libraries, I wish I can remember which one because it was so lovely. It was close to the central Library. We then had lunch and went somewhere else so I saw some really amazing places and felt full of confidence about everything.
At the time I was working in a pub and as a celebrant and had to leave a naming meeting early to do an additional shift at the landlord's request. This turned into a "chat about my work" and I was furious because I had left this meeting early to get there and found I was being told off for talking too much (ADHD obviously), which I kind of thought was the point of a pub.
The Walrus and I had been invited to the same wedding in February and there we realised it was more than a friendship. Eventually we arranged to move in together at Christmas, so there was a lot of rental house-hunting and as he was in a town several hundred miles away, it was a palaver to find somewhere. I think I saw it on my own and then he saw it and came to the pub to tell me he liked it. He also suggested I leave the pub when we moved in together and finish my thesis full-time because I had about six weeks to complete it and I was nowhere beginning to write up.
And so, because they had been such bastards, I gave them a week's notice on the 10 December, three days after the Christmas shifts had been posted. And I did not give a single fuck. We moved into the house on the 16/17 December. I met DSD five days later.
I completed the thesis a day early, with my brilliant supervisor being terrific all the way through, and on the morning I should have submitted I was planning a lazy lie-in when I was called by another celebrant who had lost her voice that morning. She asked if I would take her funeral that day at 1pm. She sent the script over, I got up, got ready, printed the readings and the script and conducted the funeral which was packed - a very much loved 40-something woman who had died of cancer and loads of family and tonnes of children who were friends of her kids turned up along with most of the community. By far the largest funeral I had conducted. And I had so much praise, even though I just spoke someone else's words. But her father said, not everyone could do that and mean it.
And that is the story of my thesis.
I got a Merit in the thesis and a Merit in the MSc itself. I think I would have had a Distinction if my ex hadn't been so awful and had all the upheaval. But I'm very proud of it.