Although we live in a warmer place, I do actually really like it when it rains, so Porto is good because it has a kind of pretend rainy season between December and February but it doesn’t rain all day like it does in England and it’s still relatively warm by my standards – I lived in Stockholm. It’s the Inuit in Europe in shorts and a T-shirt at the height of winter scenario, not that I’ve ever seen an Inuit in shorts and T-shirts but then I’ve never seen a real Inuit. I bet they are cool.

I think I lost one pair of glasses, so I’m down to the pair that always falls off and the pair that barely stays on. I suppose I need new ones which means an eye test which I hate, that piercing light in your eye, it just takes me to migraine vision fear and can actually sometimes set one off. Those glasses are never cheap either as they make different lenses for each eye, hopefully, it’s like the dentist in Portugal, cheaper with at least the same quality as everywhere else.

We went to buy a triple plug today for the wall, only to find that it was too long and the wall was in the way. I went back to the shop and bought a vertical one, duh. The streets were wet but it was humid and even a slight breeze didn’t make for comfort. We went for a coffee and as we came out it started raining, Olivia had to be back and went walking, walking, Walking in the Rain. I stayed and chatted to one of the staff and waited for it to Stop Stop Stop.

Whilst I was out I went to buy the missing lunch items at three different stops and when I finally had it ready at 6 PM, I realised I didn’t have the main ingredient, the corn chips. So I was running around from shop to shop to get lunch and by the time I had eaten I didn’t want dinner and when I got dinner I couldn’t eat it all, but when you hit the sack as late as I do, dinner can be 2 AM.

I watched the first half of the Belgium-Sweden game, waiting for the second half seemed longer than usual, only to find that the game had been abandoned because two Swedes had been shot in Brussels and the gunman was still at large. They were even keeping the crowd in the stadium. It made me think of The Chameleons’ song A Person Isn’t Safe Anywhere These Days. The band is on tour at the moment with The Mission, go see them if you get a chance.

Music today has been The Chameleons‘ Script of the Bridge (1983). It’s the album the aforementioned song is on and an album I bought new on release, I still have it and some reissues of course. I jammed with Mark in Boston once one starry night.

Music Of The Daze