So, a lot has occurred since my last post. Domingos and I finally moved into our flat and I have officially begun my job search. The flat business was certainly pricey. Essentially, we handed over every last penny we own to our sadly imcompetent estate agent and are now on rations until next month. Very sad, but oddly invigorating, as I imagine myself as a sort of Simone de Beauvoir character during the war, except in London, during peace time, and without any of the lesbain tendencies. And obviously there is no shortage of food in London, just in our flat. The romance is in the flat—high ceilings, huge windows, miniscule, yet with a very grand and inspiring building entryway. We are on Gloucester Place (GLOSS-ter) in Marylebone and we quite like it, actually. But anyhoo, as we are now officially broke, I am using the