Monday groaning

Lola had a poorly ear, £70.

Mother has a poorly tooth, priceless,

And I have an alcohol support session this afternoon, meaningless.

Monday afternoon bus yo-yo

The second bus since arriving back at my flat, very late, on Saturday night. Back to the same routine. The few days away in Andalucia were worthy, I suppose, but there is nothing permanent about it. Glenn turned on his laptop and groaned and I woke up at six and returned to podcast-land.