Elf-Spotting.

Elves in Wales? Who knew? Not quite like Train Spotting, but still am so terribly sorry, all you lovely people, not to have been braver and actually photographed the man in the tunnel dressed like an elf and playing the flute.... He had a tape player for backup and the flute was plastic (of course). Promise to do better next time, kids!

Just returned from lunch with James (Graham's son). Saw the craziest shoe shop with the wildest Goth boots ever! Must return for photo (if of course it ever becomes possible for me to post photos anywhere on the internet). Hate technology at the moment.

Rode bike up my hill on return home -- much easier on the way out. Am now more fully aware of my lack of healthful athleticism. Ate 10 crisps (chips) of the flavor "Oven Roasted Chicken and Thyme." Now resting in preparation to return to the streets (on my bike, of course). Must go and purchase more accessories -- bike lock, back fender so as to prevent mud stripe up back in bad weather, more? Maybe I ought to do some situps on my huge yoga ball, but seem to have packed stopper in a very safe place and therefore am unable to inflate it. Vexation.