Anyway, I made it to central London. On the whole, the experience was pretty much like any other evening lethargic_man and I have spent together. We drank tea, and talked about everything we could think of, and pointed cool things out to eachother, and studied a bit of Talmud, and snuggled as much as we could get away with in public. Actually, I think I'm going to miss that more than the directly sexual side of the relationship: just the affectionate touching, the holding hands and stroking eachother's hair and sitting curled up together. But yeah, we thoroughly enjoyed eachother's company as we always do. I think at some level I was sort of hoping for a last minute reprieve, but it didn't happen, and we said goodbye as planned.
On Wednesday I headed to Brighton to see my brothers, who conveniently are both living in the same house these days. So we had a very fun evening drinking lots and lots of tea and chatting about all kinds of random things, politics, religion, philosophy, and just the kind of free-ranging randomness that is possible with people you've known all your life. There were various of Screwy's friends and carers around (and it's interesting how he's ended up with those two categories overlapping). They are generally lovely and pretty brave about joining in the mad conversations that happen when lots of my family get together.
One of them made us a truly stupendous curry, on the grounds that Screwy wasn't feeling too well so we might as well take advantage by eating all the foods that he's forbidden, as he couldn't manage more than plain rice anyway. Also got to hear about Thuggish Poet's teaching job; I still can't quite get my head round the idea that he is a real proper teacher who gets Obeyed. What was really scary was his coming home with an account of the parents' evening he'd just been to; he's jumped straight from being scared of what teachers are going to say about him to being listened to respectfully by parents wanting to find out about their kids.
I slept over; being related to a bed company means that the brothers, like me, have a quite silly number of spare beds. And we woke up in the morning to news of Blunkett's resignation. Which was rather a fun thing to share with my brothers.
compilerbitch met me off the train in Cambridge, and took me out for pizza. We had the most delightful afternoon chatting about anything and everything, particularly talking shop. I really appreciate being able to talk shop with compilerbitch when our fields are so very different. She's extremely good both at explaining complicated mathematical concepts so I can understand, and taking an interest in the esoteric technical aspects of my work.
I had hoped to see compilerbitch in the evening when doseybat might have been able to join us. That didn't happen, and I was disappointed to miss doseybat. But it was also very nice to spend time with compilerbitch just as a cool person, rather than just because she happens to be attached to Bat. compilerbitch gave me a lift home late afternoon and we continued the conversation for a bit with my parents. So that rounded off a lovely sociable few days very nicely. And it was excellently distracting from the break-up; I simply didn't have a minute to myself to mope.
I pilfered Screwy's copy of Kim while I was staying with him, so I've now reviewed it.