XII. I'm sitting now...

...around the block at the junction of Berlin and Josep Taradellas with my morning coffee and newspaper having tidied the house, as you do, for the cleaning lady, and popped out to throw the papers and plastics greenly away in the street containers, also the food left overs (LadyF look away!) in the other containers for that. They all get picked up and shoogled empty by one man refuse trucks; the driver operating the big mechanical arms from his or her cab.

I've moved on to a new section of the book and enjoying doing some fresh writing, instead of tooth comb editing on the first part. Having said that, the first part is now reading without any obvious jarring, which is progress. And a batch of photos are en route on a CD to a professional photo editor who just happens to be LoJ's son's girlfriend who kindly offered a little help.

PS
Would you believe I've had to come back in here about ten times to correct little things I missed...must be getting tired!