Spent a quiet day after the busy weekend. Have started re-reading Andrew Collins' Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now perhaps because it was to hand, perhaps because I spent the weekend with students.
Chatted for quite a long time on facebook with Bebes. She was being super charming and is obviously very fond of Rich, I'm sad for them that they'll be apart for a while. There were some photos from the party, including a very nice one of me and Rich, and a worrying one of me looking like my mum.
Happy chilled evening with the family. Nina is in Liverpool, but phoned and is having a good time so I'm not worrying.
Mum rang in good mood. Dairyland have collected Fred & Steve's workshop for an historical display of early 20th century shoe making. I wonder if I should feel more than I do. All of those things are clear in my memory, right down to the smells of glue and leather and the sound made by the stitching machines. I don't feel sad for the loss of them, no more than for the loss of the clothes I used to wear as a little child, although I do feel sentimental about those things.
Have tried to catch up with the blogs but feeling tired now. Yesterday got up late, hugged Rich, loaded car and drove home from Newcastle. The only event was missing the M1 turn off and adding an hour to my journey via Grantham. Warm welcome and period pains awaited.
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