Up, I guess. Relatively vertical, anyway.
There’s also breakfast.
And not quite preparing and being late. There’s that too.
Then a lot of Maisying.
At lunchtime I join the queue for money, and then go to buy a sandwich from slightly aggressive Portugese people. Is this a Portugese national trait? Is it what happens when saudade meets customers?
Then long chat to Ben, about fantasy of all things.
Then more Maisying.
Home at about 19:30 – dinner is quite meaty, but that doesn’t quell my urge for chocolate, which is quite strong at the moment.
Now late again.