I found out that the Czech expression for 'traffic jam' involves the use of the word 'constipation'. So Czechs say ,,dopravní zácpa" [transport constipation]. How delightful.
I went on a rather marvellous little trip at the weekend, to a ruined castle of sorts. The kind of small-scale place I used to have pointless fantasies about owning one day. I would of course have to put a piano in it. I figured it would look good in this 'room' with the view to die for out of the windows, as well as a view in on where the piano should be:
The view:
I went with the architect of course, knowing that next weekend, all semblance of normal life would have changed, due to a visitor. In the meantime, I have unfortunately been caught up in a skewed, work-filled time-space continuum whereby no matter how much extra work I do instead of sleep, I still have about three more hours of work to do than I think when I start again the next day.
Hence the absence over the last few days. Still, I might actually get to wander around Prague and remind myself I'm here and not in some factory workhouse, riding the conveyor belt of tedium and toil, for once, now that I have to show someone else around the place.
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