I no longer think I will do a PhD; not this year at least. It’s time for me to admit I’m just not cut out for academic research at this level. It requires rigorous, painstaking work, and frankly I don’t have the patience or perhaps the intelligence for it. Either way, it’s getting too late in the academic year to apply for PhD places, let alone funding.

I have, however, a much better idea. I would like, this autumn, to go and live with Lyn in London. We intend to have a two month trial run to begin with, but if that works out – if Lyn doesn’t realise what a lazy good-for-nothing slob I actually am – it could be permanent. Imagine it: London! It truly is an exciting idea. Of course, we have much to work out in terms of our care etc, but I really think it’s time I made such a move.

I’m tired of waking up alone.