Can't say my digestion was much pleased on Friday, either. Turned up at one of my regular places expecting a ten-Euro lunch, only to realise that the menu was up to fifteen: Spanish Constitution Day. National (and local) holidays always drive restaurant food prices up by 50%.
Not willing to write off the diesel I'd used getting there, I went in and had what was, in fact, a delightful meal, far better than the usual offerings. But, before breaking bread - or anything else - I shot my dining companion sitting on the table. I wasn't sitting on the table of course - she was.
As remarked elsewhere, there are some things that cellphones don't always do all that well. These conditions find them fighting from the mat. But anyway, here it is.