I've just eaten something that was mostly chorizo, I already feel ill, a bit like John Hurt in Alien.
Earlier - I went out of the house, and as I live on a very steep hill - was alarmed to see a single white ping pong ball bouncing down towards town - nobody about - just a ping pong ball, apparently moving under it's own power and direction. As someone else pointed out - I should have shouted 'I am not a number' and run away.
In the COOP, I overheard a woman ask an assistant for sweetcorn
"over by the rest of the tinned goods' came the reply "no, fresh please" the woman asked "fresh... what's that?" was the reply.
Spent the day being tired and bad tempered, well behing on work - including a project that is being developed in Portugal and the emails appear to be filtered through Google Translate.
Really knackered, will be going to bed early tonight.
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