Done!

No photo (apathy reigns supreme) but the flat is now looking as though it is fit for human habitation. Now all I have to do is:

1. Read Arnold's essay on the function of criticism (what's the point in shagging an English PhD student if he refuses to summarise such things for you? He's being monstrously unfair...)

2. Read Andromache in French (have already read it in English, which doesn't make it much more comprehensible)

3. Begin dissertation.

4. Begin marathon training.

What I really want to do, however, is have an afternoon nap. And a cup of tea. And a penguin biscuit. But not all at the same time.