Today it's a pretty nice spring day... erm... okay, by English definitions it's cracking the flags, not a cloud in the sky and 30 some degrees. It's still two months until midsummer so I'm not sure I'll be needing my jumpers again while I'm here.

We've had a fairly lazy weekend, Monday to Thursday are routinely just busy with work now (Liz works much harder than me, 11 hour days on Tuesdays and Thursdays, if all her students show up, which they don't)) so it's nice to just kick back and wander, or not.

We went up to San Isidro yesterday, a little suburb of BA where some seriously posh folk live, and we wandered to the riverside to watch the yachts and kite-surfers and paddlers while sipping a beer under a pub umbrella. Very pleasant. There is, in my humble opinion, 75.3% more light in BA than in Leeds... this figure is entirely made up but dammnit that's what it feels like. Sunglasses are not a fashion accessory they're essential.

As is the factor 30, 40 or more. We wandered to a little local bar (Fines Terre, recently used in the filming of Gael Garcia Bernal's latest, El Pasado) for lunch and there was no one about, just the odd few sounds of children playing and the smell of barbecuing meat. Now I guess there's a few post-prandial snoozes and just the sound of birds, and the odd bus.
  ¶ 8:14 PM