Portal

I dunno, we go away for three days and a portal has apparently opened on Bernard Street. Intuitive readings and palmistry, allegedly. 

Had to excuse myself from the extra Saturday yoga session, due to hip still hurting too much (hadn't had much sleep again), and didn't want to disturb my fellow participants by involuntary yelping. 

Listened to the last night of the Proms up to and including the melody of Tom Bowling, which made me cry of course, due to previous renditions on desparately sad occasions. No need to listen to the subsequent stuff.

It's being so cheerful that keeps me going, of course. ;-)