I rang the travel agency to beg them to send me a copy of the ticket, and they bloody refused. They do everything online, no exceptions. What am I gonna DO? Why do the most basic things always turn into torture?
Really nice weather again this morning. It makes such a difference. It gets too hot for my taste fairly quickly, but eightish, when I go down to the park, it's fresh and breezy..Mmmm.
Took some more too-big stuff to the charity shop, went to ASDA, and drew a bit. Also watched part of a plodding old series about Shaka Zulu. The most interesting thing is the title character's body. Holy Mother of God! Never seen the like...
Couldn't find a good pic, so this will have to do...When he sits down, his skin doesn't even fold.
Shaka flaunts his astounding abs of steel.