This is a nightmare. The internet has gone down. I’m nibbling my fingers and shuffling around the rooms like a cornered rapist. I feel I’ve done something wrong. The only saving grace for today is the wonderful food served at lunch time which I manage to drag myself out of bed for. Luis has not actually been to bed, but is doing pretty well for it. I’m then subjected to listening to their ‘anti-music’ in the garden, a deliberately horrific sound of synthesized keyboard and bongos, before playing a game I found on my laptop called ‘Jo-Jo’s Fashion Show’. You have to dress models and send them out on the runway to get points for matching outfits. Cowboy boots demand a bit of fringe.
Anti-music
This is a nightmare. The internet has gone down. I’m nibbling my fingers and shuffling around the rooms like a cornered rapist. I feel I’ve done something wrong. The only saving grace for today is the wonderful food served at lunch time which I manage to drag myself out of bed for. Luis has not actually been to bed, but is doing pretty well for it. I’m then subjected to listening to their ‘anti-music’ in the garden, a deliberately horrific sound of synthesized keyboard and bongos, before playing a game I found on my laptop called ‘Jo-Jo’s Fashion Show’. You have to dress models and send them out on the runway to get points for matching outfits. Cowboy boots demand a bit of fringe.