Somehow I fell asleep at 8.30pm last night and woke up at the crack of dawn today. I feel vaguely like I’ve stumbled off a transatlantic flight. Anyroad, plans for today: get the Flickr t-shirt into production (a fellow FlickeRo recommended a quality place for around US$15 a shirt), some translation, take M & D to the airport, see Atlas play someone or other in the football stadium with Sita and the Amour Fou crowd and probably a siesta… Not necessarily in that order.
Oh, and Tony Blair’s bowing out? About time too…
Y no fuimos, nosotros, a nuestro clase de espanol hoy dia. . . . . . . -porque mi amiga galesa, Ann, de Llwyn y Bryn y Cardiff nos visito.
Es muy dificil leer galés en una frase español!