Whisky in the Zone

This was the view from the bed as I was reading my book (well, the view when I moved the book aside). Prior to this, reading my book was a dangerous occupation as Whisky kept attacking my fingers that were supporting the spine of the book - I've no idea why as they weren't moving. I think, perhaps, that he was annoyed that I was reading rather than sleeping.

A busy old day today, and a very dreich one, too. I met Fred by the north lion at Trafalgar Square and we headed up to Sadler's Wells to see Autorretrato by Maria Pages Company. The woman was wonderfully graceful with a shawl. The whole dance captured several powerful emotions and it didn't matter a jot that we didn't understand the Spanish, although I think there were several jokes in there that we didn't catch. Brilliant! I'm glad that I've seen something of the Flamenco Festival.