I hate waiting in limbo. To borrow a phrase from Megan Mullally, I am very spit-spot Mary Poppins – once I’ve done something I like to finish up and move on. So I’m in mental agony waiting from my intended external to get round to replying to my supervisor’s invitation to examine my thesis in July.

Who would say no to reading an 80,000-word book and interrogating me about it for a couple hours in return for a free, all expenses paid summer holiday to London, with £500 spending money?


When o when will he reply? Oh, it’s too much to bear sometimes!