Ah suitcases, Rocco.
We used to travel with large ones, and they always came home holding more than they left with, but money was always the opposite way around.
Balance I find difficult.
I can't even think of a good song. That's because I have wasted the afternoon waiting for a painter to come check out damaged bathroom ceilings the insurance company of the guy upstairs are going to fix. This is the second painter. The first one came when the floods had just stopped in both bathrooms (adjoining) and obviously he couldn't do anything then because one needs resurfaced as well as painted, though the other only needs paint. So we arranged to wait until one was dry and could take paint. In the meantime, his price rocketed and he was dumped. A replacement painter turned up weeks later and told me both ceilings were still wet. In truth, I think he simply couldn't stretch the staff to cover more work right then, and employed a delaying
Today I went to the Community Administrator's office to ask what the hell was going on, and he rang the second painter, there and then, and I was assured he'd turn up this afternoon. It's six-fifteen and nobody showed. So no exercise walk after lunch, no cellpix and I'm blood pissed off with the lot of them. The weekend is dead, so perhaps Monday, but perhaps not.
No wonder there are no songs.