Sunday bloody sunday

By Laura Davis on Jun 1, 08 08:06 AM

SUNDAYS were invented for roast beef and mint sauce, strolls through Formby pinewoods and crosswords over real coffee and freshly buttered toast.

So why am I spending this one writing a dissertation? Because I thought it would be fun to be a student again.

Nostalgic for my halcyon university days I signed up for an MA with the Open University. That was three years ago and here I am still plugging away at it, longing for September when the course finally ends.

This is not because I am not enjoying the subject, but it's different when you've a full time job and a house to decorate. Who knows how people with children manage it.

Degrees must be like child birth, there's something about both that make you forget the pain and hard work or you'd never allow yourself to go through a similar experience again.

It must be the gas and air - or in my case the £1 pints in the students union. Something you don't get to make the most of when you're doing an online degree. Somehow virtual beers on Facebook don't really cut it.