Well, I'm really enjoying everything. I work in Monty Kipps' own office (did you know that he's actually Lord Monty??), which is in the Green Park area. It's me and a Cornish girl called Emily. She's cool. There's also three more yank interns downstairs (one from Boston!), so I feel pretty much at home. I'm a kind of an intern with the duties of a PA – organising lunches, filing, talking to people on the phone, that kind of thing. Monty's work is much more than just the academic stuff – he's involved with the Race Commission and he has church charities in Barbados, Jamaica, Haiti etc – he keeps me pretty busy. Because it's such a small set-up, I get to work closely with him – and of course I'm living with the family now, so it's like being
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I've been in their place a week now, and still no mention of any rent, which should tell you something. I know you want me to tell you it's a nightmare but I can't – I love living here. It's a different universe. The house is just wow – early Victorian, a 'terrace'- unassuming looking outside but massive inside – but there's still a kind of humility that really appeals to me – almost everything white, and a lot of hand-made things, and quilts and dark wood shelves and cornices – and in the whole place there's only one television, which is in the basement anyway just so Monty can keep abreast of news stuff, and some of the stuff he does on the television – but that's it. I think of it as the negativized image of our house sometimes . . . It's in this bit of North London 'Kilburn' which sounds bucolic but boy oh boy is not bucolic in the least, except for this street we live on off the 'high road' and it's suddenly like you can't hear a thing and you can just sit in the yard in the shadow of this huge tree – 80 feet tall and ivy-ed all up the trunk .
I've been in their place a week now, and still no mention of any rent, which should tell you something. I know you want me to tell you it's a nightmare but I can't – I love living here. It's a different universe. The house is just wow – early Victorian, a 'terrace'- unassuming looking outside but massive inside – but there's still a kind of humility that really appeals to me – almost everything white, and a lot of hand-made things, and quilts and dark wood shelves and cornices – and in the whole place there's only one television, which is in the basement anyway just so Monty can keep abreast of news stuff, and some of the stuff he does on the television – but that's it. I think of it as the negativized image of our house sometimes . . . It's in this bit of North London 'Kilburn' which sounds bucolic but boy oh boy is not bucolic in the least, except for this street we live on off the 'high road' and it's suddenly like you can't hear a thing and you can just sit in the yard in the shadow of this huge tree – 80 feet tall and ivy-ed all up the trunk .