February 02, 2004

Murder, not on the dancefloor

There was a murder here on Saturday night, which is pretty scary. There's a lot of high feeling around the place. All the shops and cafes have closed down for three days as a mark of respect.

Somehow the key fell out of the ignition on my moped. It's now lying on a dusty road somewhere between here and home, an hours walk away. I just walked around a few places (in the hot sun!), and there really is nowhere to eat. I won't starve to death, but damn I could do with some chocolate.

If I had the moped, I'm sure I could track some down, but it's a looong walk from here to the nearest shop that's likely to be open . . .

This is officially *not* a good day.

Posted by eithne at February 2, 2004 07:59 AM | TrackBack
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