I have the feasibility report almost ready. I will send it on Friday, the due date, but for the moment I need to get the appendices in order.
I have considered scanning my rough paper notes and supplying the invigilators with the jpegs as evidence of my work. I will give this some thought.
Meanwhile, I have two MP3 players on the go here in the library, exchanging soundtracks from the one to the other.
In one, I simply numbered the folders - in the newer one, I gave them names: Aubade, Matinee, Nocturne, Coda.
The music remains the same between them; I simply changed their order.
And I've got Billie Holiday's "You're My Thrill," Nina Simone's cover of Screamin Jay Hawkins' "I Put A Spell On You" and Satchmo's "We Have All The Time In The World" in the same folder. Because I want to have one long slow dance session with someone, just me and her, headphones on, sharing a signal splitter between us.
Like I did once with Nai.
And they say I don't have a romantic bone in my body. Just because I think a level or two higher than "Strip naked, luv, and we'll have a spread legs shot to send to Readers' Wives," doesn't mean I don't treat myvictims food lovers with respect.
You might almost believe I was not British. Well, I do think of myself as a native of the internet and the citizen of the Universe first, these days ... :)
I have considered scanning my rough paper notes and supplying the invigilators with the jpegs as evidence of my work. I will give this some thought.
Meanwhile, I have two MP3 players on the go here in the library, exchanging soundtracks from the one to the other.
In one, I simply numbered the folders - in the newer one, I gave them names: Aubade, Matinee, Nocturne, Coda.
The music remains the same between them; I simply changed their order.
And I've got Billie Holiday's "You're My Thrill," Nina Simone's cover of Screamin Jay Hawkins' "I Put A Spell On You" and Satchmo's "We Have All The Time In The World" in the same folder. Because I want to have one long slow dance session with someone, just me and her, headphones on, sharing a signal splitter between us.
Like I did once with Nai.
And they say I don't have a romantic bone in my body. Just because I think a level or two higher than "Strip naked, luv, and we'll have a spread legs shot to send to Readers' Wives," doesn't mean I don't treat my
You might almost believe I was not British. Well, I do think of myself as a native of the internet and the citizen of the Universe first, these days ... :)