Hello. My Travel Lodge existence continues despite prayers for death to steal in while I'm sleeping.
On the subject of which, this week I've given up caffeine. Mostly this means that I am more irritable than usual, but it also means that I am mostly asleep. Spending cast swathes of time unconscious is an excellent thing when you live in a 1960s convent in the mean streets of Northampton. Yesterday I was in bed at 8.30! Brilliant.
So it is Wednesday and now I find that the Spanish Linguaphone is throwing in tantalising cliffhangers and I can’t get the next disk until Sunday. How maddening. Will I ever know how the food fair in Madrid goes? Or work out how Linda, who is apparently “muy linda”, manages to understand everything Antonio Ginetez says despite not speaking a word of Spanish and him refusing to speak English. Although if he did just speak in English it wouldn’t be much of a learning aid. Unless you were trying to learn English.
Update: It was all getting too much so I had a coffee and spent a pleasant meeting off my tits. Caffeine rules.
