I'm in Ferrol, visiting my friends Richard and Blanca.
We went out at 9 last night and came home shortly after 3 this morning, having drunk quite a lot of Rioja, followed by large gin and tonics. In other words, a typical sleep-defying Spanish night out.
The only thing noteworthy is that I ate horse-meat for the first time in my life. Or, foal(potro), as the menu had it. Perhaps they were fibbing a bit.
So, you'll understand why there's not much of a post this evening/morning.