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General catchup

Yesterday we spent with the brothers in Brighton, as planned. It's good to see them. They have finally managed to chuck out all their couch-surfing house guests, and are happier as well as rather better off financially for it.

Thuggish Poet's performance poetry outfit goes from strength to strength, though being so successful it's taking up a lot of his time. He's having some problems at work, basically to do with trying to deal with some very difficult pupils with insufficient resources and not much backing from his colleagues. But he's generally happy with his life, I think.

Screwy has grown a beard, which is weird when he was way over on the androgynous and even feminine side for so long. But once I got over the disconcert it does suit him; he looks like the militantly leftwing philosophy student he in fact is! And he enjoyed The Color of Light despite having qualms about writers writing about writers and writing. And he's enjoying his course and is about to start a rather cool part-time job creating a training program for advocates for kids with learning disabilities; right up his alley!

We went out for lunch at Sevendials restaurant, mainly because it's fairly near to the brothers' flat, and we didn't want to make Granny walk too far. As it was she found the couple of blocks hard going. The restaurant was pleasant though, it was doing the grand restaurant thing without being overbearingly posh and snooty. And the food was tasty, a good mixture of traditional dishes done well in a modern style, and slightly trendier stuff that doesn't tip over into being wacky for the sake of being different. Generally, it's great to have a meal en famille like that (no P'tite Soeur, as she's still in France), and rare enough.

Today I joined the University Library as a temporary reader. It's a surprisingly non-scary and efficient procedure. Then I came home and found an email suggesting that progress is being made towards finding me somewhere to live in Sweden, at least short-term. I went to tell my mother about the development, as she likes to be involved in this sort of detail. And we ended up having a blazing row, the more frustrating because I had no idea what we were arguing about and when I tried to get Mum to explain she just cried and apologized for being stupid. Blah. I need to move out, though the prospect gets more scary as it gets more real.

Now my diary plans are firmed up a bit, let me talk about next week. I will have some free time in London on Sunday afternoon, Wednesday morning, and potentially any or all of: Saturday lunchtime, Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday evening. I will also be at Coffee in Borders on Tuesday evening. Does anyone want to meet up any of those times? Please tell neonchameleon if you want to come to Borders; he's the official organizer.
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