Friday

I escaped from the compound awhile - with my shopping list of bread, iced coffees and snickers. But just past the Spar there was a bar - craft ales! Could it really be? Obviously I had to take a seat and order up a sample. And they furnished me with mixed nuts and a wifi password. Home from home.
Later, as we stepped out for the evening meal, there was the same bar - now invitingly serving burgers and a range of starters. An obvious choice. And I didn't have to ask for the password either.
So, goodbye old Tam. A fully paid up member of the awkward squad. Like Corbyn in that regard, but there the comparison ends.