I am trying to resist rooting around in my ear canal with a thorny twig from the garden. It is itching like the divil. I have no faith that it will be repaired in time for the motor bike epic journey. If not, I will be (even more) insane by the time I get to the city centre let alone 1200 miles further on.
I see the Brit/EU negotiators are squabbling in public again. Squabble, squabble, squabble. How undignified. How childish they sound. Better drowned than duffers, if not duffers won’t drown. I fear a watery end.
Speaking of which: Poor Texas and beyond. Superpower, eh?
Now, where’s that thorny twig?