30th, October 30, 2010. Today Candy is taking her IELTS exam, I have been teaching her for the last 5 weeks. Most days she comes around and in the cold balcony joined by Catzu and the sound of dripping and drying cloths I wrap myself in a thick blanket and give her subjects to speak about. These subjects and the grammar correction, sentence structure and positive encouragement have no doubt helped her a lot. But time, that precious commodity was not enough to get her up to scratch I fear. I get a bit depressed when she has come for lessons this last week because she is clearly going to fail. It’s the week end now and I have not gone out much, so I have been writing. Jotting down odd ideas for short stories, mainly weird and wonderful stories which have been inspired by the large amount of dark sci fi films I have been getting through; also I have been thinking a lot. Just lying in bed and thinking. It feels like brain dancing, just throwing words and shapes around in my skull and when something I think is worthwhile turns up I put it down on paper.