New month, same old problems. Damn, for some reason I thought getting the interview done and dusted would settle my nerves a bit, but it hasn't. I'm about as jumpy as a ferret on an f***ing fireguard.

'Calm down man, you'll get your answer soon enough.'

Yeah... right... easy for you to say, but then you don't know how much I really want to do this. You probably think I've flipped at last, that my fear of Alzheimers has finally sent me hurtling over the edge of insanity. But I'd be happy to argue the point with you any time, preferably over a pint of best Cornish Bitter. I've looked at doing a degree so many times and never really found one that lit my fire, until now.

'Who's arguing? Your life, your decision... Besides you might actually be good at it... Better than you were at Banking anyway! Put your heart into it, and see what emerges at the other end.'

Hmmm... yeah, that's what I intend to do. Shouldn't really be writing about it now anyway, it just makes me nervous, and I should be writing that story for the Stockholm Valkyrie. She'll be at my throat again any time now yelling 'Is it finished yet, is it finished yet?.'

Yes on second thoughts I'd better go. My fingers have warmed up nicely, the story is there in my head just waiting to flow across the page like warm honey... time to go write I think. Bye...

Chris