Exodus

The Hobbit Hole Exodus has begun.
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Hiroko left today to go back to Osaka (while she could still use her return ticket from Rotary). She will go back to work on 1 September. No more dissertation for her! Hoorah!

Maurizio returns to Italy tomorrow with his precious mama, who has been visiting for a week, and he won't be back until the lease is over, so he has moved all of his stuff to a friend's house. Then, it will just be Fabiana and moi puttering around gloomily quiet for the next three weeks finishing up this Trial by Ink and Leatherette Binding that we have brought upon ourselves.

It is just really all terribly sad since, as Maurizio says, we have made ourselves into such a nice little family this year.

But change must happen, as we all know, now that we are supposed to be gone from the 100-Aker Wood. I just hate it, though, (change, that is) at the very time that it is happening, as well as the neurotic anticipation of it (change, that is) happening. And I need to buy stock in tissues.
(My critics will no doubt find this quite rich coming from the person who uprooted her dull, predictable life and abandoned her cat-child to a life of pampered bird-watching and treat-eating in order to move 3,500 miles across an ocean, when she had never ventured a residence further than 45 miles from the hospital where she was born and never more than 10 miles from her parental units -- hahaha.)

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On a completely different and slightly more uplifted note:
Georgia and I were chauffered by kind Eamonn to the Abbey Bindery today and have booked ourselves in for having our dissertations bound on 12 September, to be collected on the 13th (two whole days early -- small hoorah!). SO, NOW we really must get busy...
Steffi and I found a place to move to on 1 September this week
(hoorah! no living in a box!).
I have a new electric toothbrush and a new shiny electric silver kettle!
(double hoorah! appliances!) arse
But do NOT call me Salad Fingers.