Wednesday, September 30, 2009


I've just saved the Word document listing all my thesis revisions and corrections, and will be doing a new pdf of the revised thesis within the next few days.

I would like to hope, cautiously, that "that's it"! I do hope and pray that the examiners will pronounce themselves satisfied!

My supervisor did say, at the end of the viva, that "Knowing Karen, she'll get that lot done in two days." I didn't. But with all that's been going on in my life, to have done it in one month rather than two, is good enough for me. So long as it's good enough for them too!
Here's me, after our "Two Knees and a PhD" summer. I think I've aged somewhat, new hairdo or not. Compared to me before I even started it. There must be a moral there somewhere!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Well, I had a Facebook account. Was told off for being an embarrassing parent. (It's not cool to comment on your teenage son's postings.) I've deactivated Facebook.

Presumably, anyone who wants to keep up with me will visit PseudoSupermum or email me.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Let me share with you a blog by an Indian IT person who got a lacewing beetle in his ear:-

I have Rohit to thank for the HappyEars jpg on my penultimate posting. He kindly gave me permission to use the jpg, so I thought I'd share some of his entertaining writing with you. Let no-one dare suggest that IT people don't have a sense of humour!

Woke up to a new dawn - SuperSpouse having had another bad night (2.15 am, bang-bang on the wall: bring the icepack!). Ah well! Life still goes on, so I got the boys off to school, gratefully opened the door to the delivery-man bringing CelloKid's birthday present, then went for money for the roofer.

You know the expression, ODTAA? The roofer found a wasp-nest. So now the pest control people are booked, too. You try to book via the City Council, and are told that (a) they'll come within 5 days and (b) not if your wasp-nest is over 20 foot off the ground. Wasps are canny - they go for the eaves ....? You book a private firm, same price but they'll come today and aren't bothered if the wasps are 25 foot off the ground. Good!

Had hoped to do some work on my thesis revisions so as not to waste time, but there hasn't BEEN any time in all the domesticity. How can stay-at-home wives write about being a peaceful little oasis of tranquility for their husbands and children? I'm not a peaceful little oasis of anything at all. More like a mini whirlwind, and not a warm, gentle little zephyr at that!
Spent the afternoon peacefully working on a library guide as suggested by my boss. Yes, I can work from home very productively indeed. Doesn't happen often, but I've proved it can be done!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

"The bells, the bells, they're driving me mad!"

Yesterday morning started inauspiciously. SuperSpouse was nursing his painful new knee in bed, having had a bad night. I should have been at work, but I wasn't. Went downstairs to sort breakfast and the boys' packed lunches, and turned to empty the washing machine. Everything was curiously wet. Not damp, dripping wet. Hmmmm....

No lights on the machine, nothing. Looked out the maintenance contract, phoned - but it was too early, and there was no-one there. You never get a same-day callout, but the closer to start-of-day, the better your chances of a next-day call. Then I thought. (Dangerous, this.)

No lights. No electricity, perhaps? Changed the washing machine fuse, and bingo! Seemingly back in business again.

But as the washing machine obligingly spun its load a second time, the ringing started. No wonder the Hunchback of Notre Dame cried. Only with me, it wasn't the washing machine, and it wasn't the bells driving me mad, it was my left hearing-aid. Ringgggggggggg! Wheeeeeeeee! Wail! Ouch. You don't have to be hard of hearing to understand this, but it helps.

I moved through to the dining room. It whistled. Somewhat later, I loaded the washing-machine again. As it filled up, the ringing started again. Moved my head - more ringing. Went upstairs - same. Back at the computer, I scrolled the mouse. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Need I go on? Today, I'm still at home. SuperSpouse is still in bed, perhaps a little less sore than yesterday. But I've been to the audiometry clinic and they replaced my left hearing-aid. Like a headache, you only know how much it hurt when it goes away. I can shake my head without the whistling in my ear. Thank God for that!