A wonderful word Orhan Pamuk uses in his book to describe melancholy, which is currently fairly apt. I have just finished his book Memories of a City which is one of the best books I have read for some time, so much so I have just ordered The Museum of Innocence.
Other reasons for my melancholic mood? Daisy is leaving on Saturday, I keep welling up at the thought of this. I know it is the best thing that could have happened but it is a very strange feeling knowing she will go so soon.
Finally, and so sad, but a student of mine died in the holiday. No one knows why, it seem she was in Iran at the time but having taught her for 3 years it feels strange to think she will not return, So although I feel sad it makes me realise how lucky I am.