This will probably make me sound rather daft, but these days I keep going back to my masters thesis and wondering ‘did I write that’. At 40,000 words, it is the longest thing I have ever written, and I suppose part of me is surprised I was capable of it. Thinking about it, of course, I’m sure I did: when it was being written, nobody saw it but me, Esther, my tutors and my parents, and they would not have added to it. I also recall writing every sentence, every paragraph. I know I’m just being paranoid, doubting my own abilities. I think it also shows how proud I am of it. Mind you, reading it, I come across so many typos I know only I could have written it.