Quality Street, the girl from the ad

Thurs 5 Sept.

The Bangladesh College have been and gone this morning. Visit seemed to
go well.
The last of its kind I will organise. A strange feeling. Letting
go.

Lots more interest on the flat. Notice how I start to call it "the
flat" as does Rug, rather than "my flat" and "your flat". It has become
joint property in our minds. It is also a kind of nonentity, anonymous,
"the". I will miss it. I want someone else to buy it who really likes
it, not someone who feels they're making do with something that's not
100\%. I want someone else to see it as their home and make it such.
Also I want the money.

News has travelled round the College that I am leaving. Everyone is
being nice to me. Even people who aren't usually so nice. Maybe I am
being nice to everyone too, but then I think I always was.

Rug is in Amsterdam, about to come home. I can't wait to start our new
life together.
This weekend we may book our holiday, that is if we're not too stressed
about flat-selling to go on holiday. We don't want to go away at the
wrong time and miss the sale. But we also would really like a holiday.
Whatever we do, a week together will be great. It's been a long time
since we did that, 4 months in fact.

There was a committee meeting today about my leaving party. This news
was leaked to me. It is a surprise so I am not invited to the meeting.
Everyone is asking me about my party and it's like I'm saying "call my
agent". My official party will be 2 weeks before I leave. I'll never
have had such a long drawn out leaving. I'm going to make the most of
it.

Then I'll wake up one morning after I've left and think: "oh, what on
earth am I going to do now?", suddenly realizing I am unemployed.