A fervoured image of another world

Me, last Tuesday: I keep forgetting that even when it's boiling out, America's air conditioning is set to Blizzard. Maybe I should have brought another layer.

Me, on Saturday: oh no I have a cold. Maybe this overnight flight with a 90 minute stop in Iceland will help.

Me, this week: Groo, Urg.

I have returned, I will write up a bit more, but not right now.

Womph

Hoorah for friends and hooray for fun: I am taking it as an excellent if slightly worrying sign that after all the faffing about when we can get to drinking that we did in the previous iteration of this flat, we seem to have settled on 'as soon as humanly possibly' for the current lineout. Two bottles of rum and a bottle of champagne (!) in our back patio later, job done. Also possibly important decision made. Also drubnk.