Sunday 10th of August, 2003
Yes, I suppose I shall, somehow.
I return from Spain to discover that there has been a heatwave in England. Everybody will be more tanned than I am and no one will believe that I've been away. I listen to the Crafty CDs - BGE, Gauchos, Big Time, Tuktuk - that I bought and also the original League albums, The Power to Believe and (perhaps bizarrely) Grace by Jeff Buckley. Actually not bizarre at all. Fits perfectly. The Draughtsman's Contract.
And (IMHO) the new League's version of The Driving Force knocks the version on Intergalactic... into a cocked hat.
I plan emails, but can't find the energy to do anything constructive in the flat. I just spent over five weeks constantly surrounded by people. I suddenly feel very lonely.
The upside is that I don't have to get up at 6:00 to make breakfast for a while.
This morning I got up at 7:40 for the sitting ("for those who wish") at 8:00. Sat, then dismantled the room I've been living in for over a month and put it into a bag. Thanks to my visits to Barcelona the bag was significantly heavier than it had been on the trip up. Then a bowl of muesli, hugs for the first lot of leavers - Leonardo, the Puglisis (I wonder how Amelie is going to adapt to not being constantly surrounded by dozens of adoring uncles and aunts), a lot of hugs. Too many hugs to mention. I forgot a lot of people here. A blur of hugs.
I leave at 9:45 with Elisa. Señor Fritz, Señora la Poderosa, Andrés the King of Guitar Craft Face see us off. They are all going to Mendoza in Argentina. I am not going. I mention this and someone (Andrés, I think) says "Oh, I think you'll be there". Yes, I suppose I shall, somehow.
Then (in succession, though not quick), The Mask drives us to San Cugat, and from there to Plaça Catalunya, across Plaça Catalunya to the other line (a serious part of the journey in itself), the airport (where I wave goodbye to Elisa), the air, Heathrow, the London Transport system (boo, hiss, where's the air-conditioning, eh?) and then home.
And here I am.
Everything is pretty much where I left it. With my tendency to leave things where I do, this is not such a good thing.
There is a lot of stuff on my iBook and my Palm, I'll put a diary together. And there are photographs, I'll put them up, too. But not tonight.
