Beyond the pale. Mortified. Language seems unqualified to express the anger, bafflement and frustration of the last few days. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. Yes, my iPad fell foul to loss of internet connectivity after a small spillage of a large Cointreau and ice. The hotel deems it unnecessary to employ anyone with a passing knowledge of the latest technologies and so I have begrudgingly fallen back on using the horrors of a broadband Windows Vista PC to catch up with the small details of the last few days.
Not much has happened. We may have failed to win a football game but such poor luck pales into insignificance against the latest news I read from the Sunday Times of the worsening crisis in Kyrgyzstan. I was worrying about Saturday afternoon and is it any wonder that my humanitarian impulses cloud my thoughts on the pitch from time to time? The path of a martyr is oft a lonely one, so true, so true.
Still, better luck at the card table saw yours truly sweep aside the other’s clumsy plays at nomination whist. Felt somewhat rotten taking £500 from the open arms of Robert, but not rotten enough to resist the urge obv.
Standing on the balcony last night, large G&T my only companion I watched the sunset over the distant hills and felt as if this was the end of something. Threw my panama down to one of the children at the poolside – not sure why – was feeling decidedly shabby and felt like letting something go perhaps?
Few too many drinks last night and not quite up to practise today. Fabio sounded rather put out on the phone but am v much looking forward to catching up with the latest effort from Yann Martel. Bit pretentious but happy to wallow in his words in the warm afternoon sun.
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