Concentric Circles

Before I’d even had breakfast or read my Bible, spent almost two hours listening to a distraught colleague, life can feel very hard.

Eventually decided to go off to Badajoz to get more bits for the North Wing. Besides, I fancied eating some pintxos for whatever meal it was at 4pm our time, 5pm theirs.

The Blip is the ceiling in one of El Faro’s plazas, beautiful in colour, with red flags fluttering and the blue sky showing through - but it’s MonoMonday.