perhaps tomorrow

 Talking to the translator yesterday, in the noisy pub. He talks quietly, there is sometimes more noise than will permit every word to be understood. He was in a film which he decided was a disappointment, it was poorly written he said. He stayed for a beer, and spoke about his friend who is suffering from lupus erythematodes and also about his fancy, a woman who appears in the bar every now and then. Old men overrate their own presence.  

But then, who knows.

This morning was slow, and so just took time. Read the news, as expected the Tories failed dismally in England, and there was not so much else to see. Biden is struggling, he will have to either start taking drugs or give up.

"Wordle" was done in two lines, that was just lucky.

Now a few words written on what is promising to be a lovely day, (going by the weather outside ) in this blog. Perhaps there will be another comment to make on the day later on, perhaps tomorrow.