Tuesday, October 1
Last night I got woken up by the sound of a driving rainstorm. I woke to find myself dreaming about airfish again. They attacked through the caves and we caught one in a net. Someone more experienced than me killed it by driving long needles up its nostrils.
This morning the rain continued in a diminished form and I left the bike at the back of the house. When I got to the bus shelter the rain increased dramatically and I felt vindicated.
Last week Irma went to Tallinn to speak. She brought this bar of chocolate back, saying “Look, they still make these!”
Today I open my Anneke and eat it. It tastes as deliciously old-fashioned as it looks. I mean this as a compliment.