As prisons go...

Much as there is to be enjoyed there are days when it is hard to wake up in your new country. When so much that is familiar is absent and when  tiny little thing seems such a struggle - from adapters to the make of the mop in the house. And the dogs - my god - the dogs. They are massive and up at Mr Dante's gaff baying and barking at any sound day or night.

I've been washing and cleaning. My period of solitary is nearly over as The Principal flies back in via Amsterdam shortly.