Another day in seclusion. This morning I had my Spanish class, which went quite well – a bit of reading (Primero estaba el mar by Tomás González), some conversation about dogs in prams. A brief chat with the GF last night which was pleasant, and the start of the third of The Wire which remains excellent, making up for the disappointing of Better Call Saul so far. There is some talk of visiting the geo-park, somewhere I had wanted to go, but I don’t think I will go out with others this weekend.
I am less angry than I was – it would have been hard to sustain.
Apologies, I had never intended to have this blog become a diary, so I shall refrain from further comment on this, and hope that the last few posts are drowned in the flood of cris de couer afflicting this world in the time (as they say) of coronavirus.