So after failing miserably to get an early night (oh the joys of cohabitation!) I didn't quite have the early start that I planned. Oh well! I made it into town by about 11:30am and found the police station where I enquired as to the relevant documents to obtain a police check.
A what?
A police check.
Except nobody really knew what I meant. The rather dashing officer behind the counter (so THAT is where the hotties have been hiding!) provided me with an 0845 number to ring and I was sent on my way. I was a bit disappointed really as I wanted to get everything done on the spot, but life has taught me that this rarely happens.. at least I had a chance to wander around town, marvelling at the lovely clothes I am currently still too poor to buy.
Yep. That sounds depressing because it kind of was!
Back at home I called the number... still nobody knew what I needed. I was given an 0870 number to call. There again, nobody really knew how to help me. Argh... it was like being back in France again and hearing the inevitable je regrette, je ne peux pas vous aider (the French equivalent of computer says no *cough*). Eventually I rang the JET office to ask humbly for clarification - do I need a simple Subject Access form or a full CRB?
A Subject Access form! Hurrah! Much cheaper and much less time consuming than a full CRB and relatively simple to acquire (I am intermittently tapping the wood of the desk as I type this!) I have the documents and will be sending them tomorrow. One box ticked! Now to confront the physical on Wednesday afternoon...
This evening I wrote 64 words of my dissertation. - What? That's nothing! - I hear you cry. Well, that's probably true but it feels like I've finally got the ball rolling (down the hill, into a giant chasm where the dissertation constitutes the ninth circle of essay hell..) I actually have more words than that written in my treasured research notebook, it's just that the smatterings of ideas don't actually make up any coherent passages yet. The "official" 64 words at least have a chance of appearing in the first draft!
Tomorrow is another day. Or rather today is another day. It is nearing 1am and I'm still in the IT rooms next to the library. I think I'll go home now, having given myself a big pat on the back for reducing Wednesday's target to a mere 436 words.
And for those of you that are asking yourselves, no. I did not include the title in the current word count :P
