I had some very impressive plans for my three-month-long summer holiday. Day trips to exciting places (definitely to include the beach). Organising those ominous boxes stacked in the study, which have been there for months. Ploughing through George Eliot’s Middlemarch in preparation for next year. Getting stuck into my dissertation. A vigorous gym-going routine. Those expansive three months have rapidly dwindled into just three rather short weeks and as you might have predicted, I haven’t achieved quite as much as I’d hoped.
I have been on one or two excellent day trips: to Thorpe Park, a picnic, the Olympics. I haven’t made it to the beach though. Although, thinking about it, I went to the beach loads on holiday in Turkey so maybe I can tick that off too! And I have started Middlemarch, although I’m starting to think it’s a magical book that gets longer and longer the more I read. I’ve been going for weeks and I’m still only a measly half-way through! Those boxes are still there. I didn’t even join the gym. It really isn’t looking good! The only thing that I’m satisfied with is my dissertation preparation. While I must admit that I am cramming more of dissertation reading into these last few weeks than I’d anticipated, I feel like I’m finally getting to grips with it all. And it’s tricky stuff so that’s quite an achievement! And as for the rest? Well, there’s still three weeks left for all that!