I have had a staggering day today. Staggering to the cafe. Staggering to the bookshop. Staggering to the bank. All the time feeling like a John Hurt moment was on the cards. It's also clear that talking aggravates the problem, but I can't shut up. It is Ali's birthday today so she got the traditional chocolate cake in Moni. We were all pleased to receive funds from Susan and Mike that enabled us not only to enjoy some frozen lemonade but also delicious desserts at MAP Cafe. Salvador loved the Bob the Builder magazine that they sent too. Uncle Paul & Auntie Michelle sent a great parcel from deepest darkest Portugal, a lovely T-shirt, tea towel and a postcard with a cock (no rock) on it.