Mia the post lady informs me that guitar classes start next week. Good. It will be nice to be in the group again although I think Raul is now running a sweetie shop in a nearby town.
The invisible wife still waits to be collected by her husband who vanished in a German Oktoberfest. She is trying to give away Fido but nobody wants a half mad, wild alsatian. It's a pity. He's actually very nice when fed and watered. She should not be allowed to have a dog.