One of my heads of office has given notice; his girlfriend moved out to be with him, but can’t stand it and so they’re returning to the West so that he can pursue what will doubtless be a stellar academic career. I can’t blame him, having decided to leave the Balkans for Brussels myself back in 1998 for similar reasons (though in fairness the crucial moment came when I decided I couldn’t stand it either). And he’s given us three months’ warning, which I think I have managed to persuade him to stretch to four months. Still I’m sorry to lose him.
Finished a major chunk of writing this evening on the Rise and Fall of the Albanian National Army. It may be weeks before it sees print but it’s good to have got it out of my system.