Life is sometimes just too frustrating for words. Time, precious commodity. Dammit. So much to do, so little will to do most of it. Sarawak turtles. Cape of Good Hope one shilling. Poste Italiane. Lo que sea. Ceskoslovensko. I was in love, you know. Still am, really. Most days I am. Sometimes I get a bit fed up though. I suppose I have to tidy up in preparation for the cataclysmic avalanche that’s about to descend on me tonight. That means something. I’m going to buy somebody a puppy. A virtual puppy, you understand, a sponsored guide dog. I think that’s a nice prezzy. I’ve had to reinstall Spotify because there was no sound. What’s the use of having Spotify without sound? Ooh, lovely blues. Ooh, Alvin Lee. And some crap Rory tracks from Against the Grain. Mmm. That’s strange. Won’t be buying that one then. Now I’m wasting it. The dog is five years old. Old. Only three more hours before the cataclysmic avalanche. What can you do in three hours? Wait. Wait. Wait.