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I'm home and eating pita stuffed with haloumi. Tonight is the first night of my Medieval Women course. I shall have just enough time to unpack the rest of my suitcase before I print my notes and go out again.

I would say that life has returned to normal, but I'm not sure I know what normal is. If normal is chocolate and books (most the contents of my suitcase) then life is well endowed with normalcy. If life is a bouquet of daisies then it and I have little acquaintance.