from cromartie village!

[phosfate]

Laundry, packing, etc. All a massive pain in the hinder until Mr Foot heals up. God, man, you know I don't ask you for stuff much, but if I could please not have to negotiate three airports and a Holiday Inn with this fucking cane, I would be mighty grateful, and totally owe you a solid.

Until then, I will never stop whining.

I can smell summer coming. I bought two SF novels last night.