Sunny Barcelona

I had a mad dash between planes last night in Rome airport. There was bedlam at the transfer security control. The police had to step in to quell the Latin and Middle East tempermants that flared up . . . probably due to spoiled male child upbringings. I was left to work up a good sweat in my T-shirt during my sprint between terminals and, of course, the transfer bus out to the plane was freezing cold and took ages, after all that, to depart. Today my nose is running and I am eating steak as a response!

Thank you very much for the congratulations and interest in my blip of yesterday's publication news. Mentioning it here on Blip really does feel like mission accomplished/circle completed.