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Linda had an essay to finish for 10am this morning. To get it done, she was up until after 3 o'clock in the morning. To get it done, I was up until 4 o'clock in the morning! Liam had school this morning: he had to be in by 8.50am, so, to get him in, we all had to be up at 7.30am. So, the long and the short of it all is that we are all shattered - except Liam, that is - and there is very little that is worse than being tired when Liam isn't (except not being tired when Liam is, but insists that he isn't). Anyway, the essay got done, and the required two copies, proofread and formatted by a professional proofreader and formatter (moi), were printed out and stapled together ready to be handed in for assessment. They finally left the house, leaving me with some peace and quiet. It has been a lovely day, and as I looked out of the kitchen window, I found myself thinking about our outhouses (we have two, both in fairly parlous condition) and remembering the plans I had for the old potting shed. When we viewed the house, I decided that it would make an excellent office for me. Ten years down the line and it is full of old TVs and broken furniture. I still think it would be a great little office, but, as Linda is only too quick to tell people, I am not very good at DIY, and the potting shed would need quite a lot of work to make it suitable for an office. Still, maybe if I buy a lottery ticket, I might just win enough money to pay someone else to come and turn it into my office... With that thought, I was woken up by the sound of the kettle boiling.