After praising Sweden to the skies yesterday, apparently it's all gone tits up, to use a terrible phrase from the 90s.
Right. Time for coffee with Neal, who swam alone today because I overslept for the first time since I finished my PhD. Alan's told us all about the Nightingales at Glastonbury - hundreds of people lapping up their arty noise rock. Another triumph!
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