Greetings from downtown Zaragoza. Mrs Chief just went off to a nearby McShit with my two youngest, so I opened a bottle of red. She's bringing me back some burger or other. Some areas of north/central Spain are very moonscape like. Lots of vineyards through Rioja, unsurprisingly.
Sat outside the coffee shop with headphones in and some fat bint waddles up to me. Assume she wants money so say I’ve got no change and she gets offended because she wanted to give me a tenner to buy four Heineken in the shop next door. She says she can’t do it as the owner called her a smackhead. I said there are loads of shops along this road. She gets aggy. I get aggier. She’s now on the other side of the road with a can of Guinness and shouting something at me which I can’t hear as I’ve got headphones in. Another day on the island.
