I simply adore it when everyone here calls me love. I get on the taxi, and the driver asks me... where can I take you love? I go to macey's to buy nurofen, and the woman in the cashier asks me ... do you have a headache love?

Im just back from the end of the conference, and I have an hour till I have to meet the rest. They are taking tus o the belfast castle for a traditional irish dinner, with pipers and irish dancing and st patrick's celebrations. Im looking forward to it. I was wrong not wanting to go to Belfast. I had quite an experience and I really found the people of northern ireland absolutely adorable. Sweet, with a delectable singing accent, a sharp sense of humour, and a sense of regeneration in everything. But they don't know how to cook!!!

On my way here I faced a crisis. I got a phonecall from the boss when I was waiting for my connect flight in hethrow. 26 minutes of her yelling and me listening. And as soon as I got in the hotel and turned on my cell phone, there were 3 voicemails where she was yelling again.

Between Hethrow and Belfast, I decided to quit. When I heard her voice mails, my decision got final. I spoke with Angelos, and spent the night sleepless trying to work on a budget to see how we will be able to make ends meet without me working. I wrote an email to her with my two weeks notice. I got a long phonecall from her again the next morning. All sweet and apologetic. And an een longer email. Of the same flavour.

So I will meet with her on Monday and will discuss things.

I have to pack my things now, cos Im flying home tomorrow and I hope to wake up early in the morning, leave the hotel, wander around for a couple of hrs, then return, get my luggage, and go to the airport. I have to be there at noon.

I leave you with a nice view of Belfast's gorgeous city Hall, and the only picture of me in Belfast, where I teach the delegates how to dance "syrtaki" on the greek night they organised to honour our organisation as their partner for next year's conference.