Like a bubble, constantly rising.

Today. I attempted to do some work in the library. Wife and I came in in mid morning, having previously spilt a mango duvet on the newly washed white duvet. Bum. Most of the morning, actually all of it, was spent pretending to work, whilst not actually doing anything. The afternoon was much more productive, I wrote a paragraph and a half.

Reading are now 20 points clear, and Leeds have 8 games left 8x3= 24, can't get promoted next week, maybe the week after.

Thats what I call a productive day. Just be glad you don't have to do any academic work with me.