It’s written. It’s somewhere in limbo between the Lboro print room, my supervisors, and the research student office. Paperwork is completed. Cogs in the process have started to turn. But as far as I’m concerned, as far as current workload is concerned – it’s submitted. Done. Finished.* Written up. Completed. 

The fat lady’s not quite singing, but I’d say she’s definitely checking her diary and making sure she’s got the music she needs. 

*”The PhD is never finished, it is simply abandoned at its least damaging point.” Apparently this is a famous quote. But in a moment of academic rebellion, I’m not going to reference it. If you want to know where it came from, let me Google that for you...