The day after our return to the PPP HQ, for a treat I walked on the grass in the park, and got away with it. Next, there was a formal viewing of the gold bars at the bank vault. It must have done my head in, because afterwards I managed to walk into a lamp post, breaking my specs but not my nose. Blood everzwhere, but people have been so helpful, advising me to always look where I'm going. Now, why didn't I think of that!
Piddledorf is a very small town where nothing happens, so I half-expect a local newspaper headline - "visiting relative of local politician survives collision after walking on grass".
The town is too small for an internet cafe, but they do have an internet pub, where I'm now typing this after breakfast, amongst chain-smoking serious drinkers. And in a one-horse town, who can blame them? If it wasn't for Erdinger weissbier and the double ration of bliss pills, I might lose the will to live.
Meanwhile, Albert is attending an annual re-enactment of the day the Kaiser stepped out of his carriage.
- Yesterday I did the extended sun salute with the geriatric modifications and the Denny visualisations
- Today so far there were the navy SEALs abdo exercises
- None since Glasgow
- Ran up and down the stairs at the PPP 10 times, while the cellmate and PPP were playing canasta.
Retention Deficit Disorder
Narcissistic Personality Disorder