End to my weekend..
Alice came home after all yesterday, and though she was at work yesterday night, it's so much better knowing you won't spend the night alone in a the house; especially when the police have been throwing leaflets in your letterbox announcing that half the houses in neighbourhood have been broken into already.
So yesterday I drank wine, watched some of my Wives and Daughters dvd (Keeley Hawes should never have accepted the lead in Ashes to Ashes, it's not only over the top and feeble, it seems to wipe out all the amazing stuff she's done before that!) and Qi and then decided to curl up in bed with David (Copperfield). Early night was a great idea, because I got up this morning feeling all refreshed.
Therefore, I've returned to my dissertation reading, and it's all been very enjoyable so far. If I'm to believe Jeanne Peterson, general practitioners in mid-Victorian England could hardly earn their living, and often had to invest a fortune to gain the respectable position that could keep their practice going; women of a higher social standing couldn't possibly have faith in a doctor who did not even posess his own coach. Now I just have to devise an interesting leap to the popular image of the amorous village physician and I'm sorted for my first chapter.
So yesterday I drank wine, watched some of my Wives and Daughters dvd (Keeley Hawes should never have accepted the lead in Ashes to Ashes, it's not only over the top and feeble, it seems to wipe out all the amazing stuff she's done before that!) and Qi and then decided to curl up in bed with David (Copperfield). Early night was a great idea, because I got up this morning feeling all refreshed.
Therefore, I've returned to my dissertation reading, and it's all been very enjoyable so far. If I'm to believe Jeanne Peterson, general practitioners in mid-Victorian England could hardly earn their living, and often had to invest a fortune to gain the respectable position that could keep their practice going; women of a higher social standing couldn't possibly have faith in a doctor who did not even posess his own coach. Now I just have to devise an interesting leap to the popular image of the amorous village physician and I'm sorted for my first chapter.