Happy Farmer
I'm mostly back to normal now after the norovirus, with only residual whining. Lorraine much better too. I made it as far as the local shops to buy bread, otherwise I lay low, reading an interesting non-fiction book by David Grann called The Lost City of Z about a fanatical Amazon explorer called Major Percy Fawcett who -- having mapped and explored vast areas of the Amazon -- made his last journey in search of a mythical lost city, never to return. Some vile descriptions of what 1920s insects can do to you there. My God, the flappers. The Natwestisögur continues. Like an ancient Viking heading for Iceland over the stormy seas, I wrote again to my complaint handler, as the request for a bank card to go with my account has disappeared without trace, despite having a reference number etc. I told Lorraine I had got an out of office message from him, and she told me the clue is in the name: it's a bank holiday. Mrs Kenny and I watched the second ep...