Dissertation

So, here we are. Two years down the line and I'm on the bus, heading to the stationers to get two copies of a 90 min play bound. And then, it was gone. Handed in. Submitted. A glass of prosecco after and back home to a sick scooter boy who had given us both a sleepless night with his rocketing temperature. Kind of fitting. Considering everything I went through to get here. The achievement aspect hasn't really hit home yet, maybe once I get the result...