It’s mostly been low clouds and rain you can walk in.
Meeting went well today. They liked my introduction. We went through it together, in detail, and they had lots of minor suggestions to make it better. But they are small things. Stylistic things. (I need to keep an eye on the ends of some paragraphs and where I pick up again after block quotes.) But they said it is good. It is all there. And they really loved the first three pages, which I had revised over and over every time I read through it. Eek! Eek! Eek! (Very pleased with myself. My thesis-zone last time I was in Norway paid off.)
And they think I can make December. I told supervisor two that I didn’t want to hand it in if it isn’t ready. She said it’s never ready. Just do it.
They are very pleased I am staying in the UK next week too and have offered to meet with me again, individually.
Everyone is being very nice to me. Offering me beds to sleep in. Lending me money when the bank refused to give me any without my passport (long story – will bring passport tomorrow). Supervisor two even offered me money (which I refused) and told me I can stay with her if I need. Can I say again, she is one of the nicest, best, cleverest people on earth. (I’m pretty sure they don’t read this, but it’s still true, even if they do.)
I have been thinking about distant friends. Including one who is not well. She had better be ok.
Been thinking about my Mum too. Would be nice to drink tea together. Next year will do, I guess.
And my brother’s art exhibition.
And Michael, teaching in Stavanger.
It was my Grandma’s birthday yesterday. Happy birthday! There were lots of fireworks here, just for you.
I am happy-gleeful-joyful about the election. But not about prop 8.
And now I am calming my buzzing mind and beating heart and preparing to look again at the intro, and thread in all their suggested changes, and look again at my weakest chapters before I meet with them next week. Pity I can’t just smile at the thesis and watch it grow wings. But it will get there. It will.