Head pounding, lips cracked and dry, neighbour hammering at drums, and power off for six hours while something is done with power poles. So thank god an associate brought this back from his Camino walk. It is a nail clipper and nail file and bottle opener and key ring, so I bid you good day as I am going to sit in the bath in the dark with a Coopers and attend to my feet. I said good DAY.
UPDATE: 10.16AM: The morning has not improved. I took the bag from the Spud Shed with me, and there was only one ‘tatie left. I pulled it out, and before I took my first bite I lit a cigarette. It frightened me. Does it look like The Pope, or Arnold Schwarzenegger, or DSK? In my horror I threw it away and it’s now somewhere behind the toilet – still dark in here, so I can’t be certain.