bad bad day

 A day started with illness, illness from not drinking enough, a long long sojourn enthroned on porcelain early in the morning.

At five, that is really quite early.

The rest of the day, or the morning, was spent recovering needless to say. The reading of a novel in bed calmed the aftereffects, just a quiet morning. The excuse proffered by illness is not to be turned down. But with all this chaos and change, forget that to write the blog. And now the day is over, and there is no heart in it.

In the late afternoon a pleasant time was spent in the cafe, in the expensive one. Chatting to the young Muslim girl woman who works there doing the service. She explains how she hope to study dentistry. That was another hour, and the rest of the time is spent trying to fix up the printer. It will be necessary to get a profile to be able to predict the results on the screen.

And the last part of the evening spent working on the pictures of the derelict house at the junction.

Before realising that the blog has been forgotten. 

Things may be better tomorrow.