"Du glaubst an ihn, wenn er zweifelt an sich"

I'm exhausted. I know when this happens - my neck gives up first and it has. I could not wash my hair this morning as it was so bad. I lay in bed and read about Tom's budgie smugglers instead. And then I felt a bit sick to be honest. Lots of busy meetings today and a few major bits and pieces that had to be dealt with - and a truckload of emails to do this weekend, of course. But for now, I need to turn my mind away from work for a few days I think.

Oddly, my quest for my Great Grandfather is no more - I have found him. Here he is:

It didn't take long to find him, once I knew where to find him - and he was exactly as we thought him to be in terms of his life and the records with this photo. It's not a mugshot, incidentally, it's his Merchant Navy ID card photo from about 1920 - before the beard, evidently.

Had some very flattering comments from my final year students on their end of module feedback forms yesterday, which is always nice to have but I'm really pleased how this module panned out - the first one I've built from the ground up. Some quite cheeky bits of feedback too which made me laugh.

I got through the day to find I had chewing gum on my jeans from the bloody pub table so they're in the freezer now. I need about a month of sleep, it feels. But two weeks today, the Haus Am Meer will be in my hand - or at least the keys will be. Finally.