Back to Earth. Had an early one last night and slept at Rohacova, to be woken at the usual time of 7am by the ubiquitous builders below, who are now drilling in three-part disharmony.
This morning I lay in bed upstairs and heard shouting underneath. Then Amanda came upstairs to tell me that Jacques had actually snapped to the point of kicking her, twice.
I don’t like to be melodramatic, but that is aggravated assault, yeah? And he can go to prison for that I’m sure, so we are doing him some kind of favour by not calling the police I believe.
God I feel sorry for all the other people who’ll have to live with him in the future.