I’m not at Glastonbury, I’m in Prague.
Am trying my best to ignore news from Somerset, would give anything to be there right now. Ah well.
Today was another long walk across the countryside to find a way to the hypermarket. It still takes 40 minutes each way, but I am working on it bit by bit.
Discovery of the day: The milk in the yellow carton is deliberately sour.

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