PSOE

Few highlights to report. No scuba diving; the offices of the Partido Socialista Obrero Español seemed noteworthy. Though there was the Saturday morning market mixed in with the drag queens’ parade. I bought some smoked goats cheese, bread, and an enamel medallion with an anchor on it from a very gay guy. Later I photographed myself wearing it topless and sent it to my daughter to perplex her. Success.
And bloody hell, Scotland ran out comfortable winners against England at Murrayfield. My mate Finn played a blinder apparently.* Later, finished Evicted, an Xmas present from F: ‘Winner of the Pulitzer Prize’ was emblazoned on the cover. I liked that, though I gather every year over twenty Pulitzer Prizes are dished out. Who knew? I may submit my collected jottings. But first, time to pack and order up my final seared tuna steak, as you do.

*(for DW:) I once spoke to his brother, Harry