Have I really not thought, actually thought, for two and a half hours consecutively for six years? I've come to the conclusion that that must be the case following the Masterclass. Either I have forgotten how to be intelligent, or I have created a memory that once I was. This does not bode well for my forthcoming degree. In short, I'm shattered. I can't even be bothered to cook dinner and am contemplating taking the boys to the pub for their tea.
Full debrief once I have mentally recovered, but it was very interesting, and far easier to learn from the examination of other's work than from the examination of your own.
So my light relief has been watching the cannabilising of old birthday cards by my youngest sons in order to make new ones. The party is on Thursday.
Could someone come over and help me clear up now?
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