My usual stroll down by the boats was impossible today - well, without leaving my mind at home - but I thought I'd better shoot something anyway, just to make sure I don't forget what I'm supposed to do with that little thing in my windcheater pocket. I was thinking about a mug of coffee, one of those delightful almond-chip biscuits the local pasteleria provides, all accompanied by two squares of chocolate (dark, unsweetened). I'm finishing it off the noo, but the crumbs like to get into the keyboard, which doesn't help much.
Oh well, the wood fire's on this afternoon; psychologically cheering. Nothing's on tv tonight, though...
Rob C