Nearly missed 5/5
It is 11 pm, and it is of course Cinco de Mayo (the fifth of May) but it nearly passed me by without notice. So distracted was I by it being a bank holiday that I missed any opportunity to go out for a margarita or anything else vaguely Mexican. What can I say, my state of ennui continues. I click the heels of my red shoes together, and say “there’s no place like home” but oddly nothing happens…
