A Year in the City is done.

Sure, there'll probably be a few bits to clean up, some clarity here, bits to smooth there, but it's done. It is what it is, good or bad or whatever, it's just done. No larger changes will happen now. It's a hundred and five thousand words, give or take, eighteen chapters, ninety eight footnotes, and right about now, that is all I can say to describe it. I am so utterly beyond it, you wouldn't even begin to imagine, but pleased. It's done. Finished.

Special thanks must go to Mari (mariness) whose been proof reading as I go. No one will really know the pain she has had to endure in relation to my poor spelling and ability to capitalise odd words for no particular reason.