Sunday, May 23

Yesterday we got our bedroom back, after a long afternoon moving things around the house. It feels bigger than ever, due to a new arrangement.

This morning I get up, very tired from Saturday’s late night Eurovision high jinks, and leave for a walk.

I take a long circuitous route and end up walking under the main highway. As I walk under the road I see a new piece of graffiti that lives in the space half way between writing and hieroglyphics. I stop to take a picture.

The sun has come out again, but later, when we drive to the centre, it will turn to sudden thunder.