Hiccups

I'd be lying if I didn't say that a few things had gone wrong. Hell, I anticipate this kind of thing, and I often go through the same process every time (Nice was a rare exception). But you have to visit a place the first time before you can visit it the second time. Often times (well, usually) there is no second time. I never want to see Cornwall again (or, if I am lucky, anyone who chooses to live there)for as long as I live. Most other places I am glad that I visited, even though being there at the time was little joy. I suspect that Rome will fall into that category. Only Las Vegas and Nice have been winners from the start.

Some of the problems are just bad luck. The flat is just a bit too far out of town; the air-conditioning is fucked to the extent that if I use it the floor gets soaked. And the place that the drip comes down is right in the corner, so I can't even put a large saucepan down. The cloths that I used yesterday ended up totally drenched. I'm on set two at the moment, drying the first lot out on the balcony. It's not too hot today, amazingly. I really ought to get out and about and visit things, but I don't feel that I want to. But I feel that I should. Internal contradictions. Stress.

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