Sometimes life serves up the sweetest days. Yesterday’s correctional marathon was in itself a pleasure. It is calming to work with someone who is trying their best and genuinely grateful for the help. I am looking forwards to reading the penultimate version, with graphs, graphics and all, picking out the last grammatical glitches. Only twenty five pages to go.

I slept with surprising ease, and woke just after ten. Enjoyed a slow start in a shared kitchen and then trundled down to Kåren for lunch with Batu and Cem.  Sandwiches and Schiele. Took a turn into town and picked up a dvd from the library. Back to the Kåren for the dagpub möte and I am now a keyed up member of staff. Spent an hour or so with Mahgol and Andreas. Swedish silliness. Hälsade på de nya studenter and then chose some new glasses in Specsavers. One pair red, one pair green. Just have to have some patience now. Off to Myrorna and we found a pair of suede boots which passar mig bra. Bussed it home to a stash of letters that had been pushed through my door. Beautifully kind words from old friends.  Took a cold beer from the fridge and threw together some simple food. Omelette and salad with sour beetroot. There is music, there are ideas and there is such love.