Feathers

I'm not sure I've ever been this annoyed about something like this.....

'So: About this passport?' says she when she woke up first thing...

Actually, what she said was 'pasta!' 'on the bed!' , which was a delicate way of describing vomit, and which then led to a morning at home for me, with a very pleasant walk together in the Botanics. 

Work in the afternoon, though.  Enough to justify a night off.  Doing this, watching ZZ Top at Glastonbury.