The Fine Art of Procrastination

Monday morning. The elder of my two daughters is supposed to be working on her dissertation. I am supposed to be working on my novel. We are both knee deep in piles of research, although hers seems to be centred around finding amusing things to watch on the internet. I like to think that I am old enough to rise above the temptation of yet another distraction, but there was no resisting the gem she dangled in front of me today – Marcel The Shell With Shoes On.

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