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Wednesday 12.6.02

Already discovering that strategy this summer is going to be to laugh, sometimes hysterically. It has, since Monday, come down to either this, breaking down in tears, or repeatedly shutting the mad nun with whom I work's head repeadly in my fridge door until she begs for almighty mercy. So laughing it is.

Thursday 13.6.02

God only knows if and when I'm going to be able to update this next - manic four days of packing (don't travel light), changing money, panicking about lack of progress in packing, checking flights and so forth before I fly off into the Greek sunset for a week. Might therefore be very quiet round here for 10 days or so, but no doubt I shall be back with a vengeance on around the 25th June. Be good, and if you can't be good, be careful, and if you can't be careful, don't tell me about it.


Does that fridge bit sound kinky?


Saturday working out date far beyond me

In the middle of the crazy cacophony of a Corfu internet cafe, coping with muchos heat and mad children running amok, but I'm very happy. Was determined to stay away from this blog for a week, but I had a quiet hour and thought about catching up on what's been going on beyond my gorgeous beach. The weather has been stiflingly hot, especially at night, but I guess I certainly can't complain about that. We seem to have done everything and nothing - lots of lazing by the pool and shuffling around the resort, but we were ultra-cultural, dahlings, and did the lovely, wonderful, fantastic Corfu town the other day, plus we've been to the main-land (albeit for about 90 minutes, but it still counts), plus we're going to the west coast of the island tomorrow, plus plus plus.

It's a weird thing, because I'm happy about being here and ecstatic to be with my friends, but I can't wait to get back from the London I fled from - the smoke, the noise, the dirt, the rudeness suddenly feel strangely endearing now I'm away from them. I don't miss it in any definiable sense, but I've become aware that it's definitely where my home is for now, anyway. Whether this will be the case when I go to Europe for a year remains to be seen. I will write more and more coherently when back in the familiar cosiness of the UCL computer rooms.


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