Hallelujah! It's handed in!

It's finally finished! Or as greg would put it, it's "abandoned" (ask him what he means by that).

Saturday we spent all day at Uni, went home about 2 or 3am. I forget which but didn't get to bed till 4am. Then the alarm goes off at 6am and it's back to the fray. Hometime is 2am again. Why do I feel like I'm enrolled at Uni? And why didn't I do a lousy job proofreading the first time so I wouldn't have to do it again? (yes we know it's because I loooove him but lack of sleep affects the thought processes. Ask Greg. He gets hardly any sleep at all.)

Anyway, Monday 23rd, 4pm the doctorate was handed in. I was so happy. I was literally jumping for joy. And I have already told Greg he's not allowed to write any books. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. As far as Greg is concerned I am permanently employed and if I have any complaints I can check my marital contract, look under terms and conditions.

No one ever reads the fine print.