The bonfire

continues. We are clearing out old furniture from dormitories, to make room for new. Also recarpeting. The school ofice relocates to a new building on Monday, and at the same the local area network will be reconfigured: not everyone is on holiday.

Mrs Enzo and I are, however. There is a tree to decorate; letters have been written, shopping half done. No 3. son will be home for the weekend.

I'm half way through Asa Briggs' book on Bletchley Park, while parallel reading Roberto Bolano's "The Third Reich", a novel of "dream logic shading into nightmares", serialised in the Paris Review.