So let's squeeze another yawn...
Today a good deed ... I helped an old lady cross the street. She didn't want to cross the street initially, so I had to make use of force to convince her. Kidding... She asked me to help her, grabbed my arm and we crossed, a thank-you, no chitchat, purely business. Now if people ask me what's my superpower I won't shrug anymore ... it's clearly helping old people cross the street.

Bygone...

Did I mention how much I hate Royal Mail? There's nothing royal about them, except perhaps the flamboyance of their daily fuck-ups. They had to deliver my tickets for Thailand, recorded delivery, so obviously they didn't catch me at home, as through a strange coincidence my working hours seem to overlap perfectly with theirs. And they didn't leave me a slip saying that "they've missed me"! Insensitive bastards! So the tickets were returned to sender and I had to call the travel agent today, an indian woman with a poor grasp of english who asked me to repeat every sentence at least twice. She promised to repost it on monday. I hope I won't have to check the post office every day "Is it there yet? Is it there yet?"

Bygone...

Last but not least ... I finally managed to download my pics from Barcelona from the camera to the computer and put them online for your enjoyment. Here's the link. Try to view them by slideshow. I was too lazy to add comments to pics, but if your memory fails you (duh! - consult your GP) the participants where: me, Christina (the girl in white sleeping all the time on the beach promenade), Mariana (the other brunette) and Analis (blonde).