Bedtime

The spare part for the car arrived today. They couldn't supply the hose on its own, so I had to fork out €80 for a piece of metal I'll never use.

Claire, Stuart and George took the youth to the high wires. I hung round the house in a relaxed stupor. Later we did mojitos and George produced roast chicken, chorizo and roast pepper.

Bedtime came too soon, and I slumbered despite the crooning of the guitaristas.