Up late and feeling tired. My living room is unnaturally hot in the summer, but then it’s unnaturally cold in the winter and that sort of balances it out. I sit at my computer. Eventually Juan appears and saves me from torpor with coffee.
I finally talk Sue through connecting (successfully) to the net and (successfully) collecting her email, and she’s very grateful considering that she used to be able to do it until I installed Panther on her PowerBook. But then now she has Panther. It’s amazing the benefits of bouncing icons.
In the afternoon I wander up to the center in search of things, some of which I find: copies of Winnie the Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner (though not the old blue Methuen editions, which I was seeking); the prices of digital SLRs in the shops in London and a DVD triple pack of two of my favourite films (A Matter of Life and Death and The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp) with another film that may edge its way into "favourite" status (I Know Where I’m Going). Things I looked for and failed to find include the Lounge Lizards Live in Tokyo, Drum and Bass and Guitar by Derek Bailey and the film After Life, which is absolutely wonderful and not, apparantly, available in Region 2, and I can’t watch Region 1 DVDs on my PowerBook, because media companies seem to be dominated by the stupid and evil. Though to be fair, many people are one or the other, not both.
It’s very hot. For a moment it reminds me of Barcelona, though that might just be the smell.
I get home finally at a quarter to nine, to meet a new, very temporary, guest and eat a Mapache-made tortilla. I stay up very late quizzing Vinka on cameras. And so forth.