An unconscionably late post. (Soon I will run out of embarrassed titles for late posts and then there will be a reckoning).
Not much has happened in the past week. I have been going for my lessons and finding out a little more about Colombian history and life in Laureles from my teacher. It’s a difficult country, one that reminds me of Lebanon in so many ways. I have been busy at work, with two notable moments: (a) I finished my work after slaving very hard for a submission on Tuesday morning, only to check my emails and realise it was due on Friday instead; and (b) a very large project that was supposed to be completed in May was finally sent to me and then I had a phone call with the person who contracted it out and learned that, for the second time, I should not work on it yet.
An old friend of the GF’s is visiting from Bogota. He arrived this afternoon and they are presently playing cards in the living room. He is an interesting fellow, one who found life in London very hard, and fled in his late twenties to Latin America, and has been here ever since.
Oh and the shameful change of government in the UK has occured, – had that happened before I became lax? I don’t remember, but I do want to cry out shame, shame, etc.