about 48 more hours

and I will be in Manchester again.

But before that I have a mountain of work to do. And it doesnt help that I have been sitting here waiting for our ever-absent librarian who seems to have better things to do than her duties as librarian at all times. I cant even go anywhere till I get these copies. Oh as we say in Armenian "Shnor berav", meaning she has finally put in an appearance (loosly translated).

My kids are writing plays. Its interesting how different the plays are. One is rich with dialogue which would make Samuel Beckett envious, and the other is an avant gard piece with surreal life-sized joints coaxing a weak man to take drugs. I think they will both be brilliant in completely different ways, but the kids dont seem to share my enthusiasm, except when it comes to dressing boys up as girls. Why does cross-dressing have a universal comic appeal? I dont know but I cant wait to see my boys in skirts. HAH! I'm suseptible to it too.

As I said earlier I am getting nostalic. I am also being wooed by the warmth and sunshine here these last few days. Incidentally that is what got me here in the first place. I need to live my last three weeks here fully, make the most of it and tell the people who matter to me how I feel. I may not see them for a long long time, if ever. Oh that hurts.

As much as I would like to write and write I need to go get copies made, and our capable librarian needs to be closely monitored while making copies or else a complete set shall never be!