Today was highly unproductive. I woke up at about midday, managed to stay sober until about 1.30pm (timed wailings) then was a little disoriented by something I inhaled so decided to go to bed for a few hours.

Woke up later to have some food, smoked a bit then got very giggly and philosophised on various deep-rooted subjects such as whether the Dalai Lama's teachings meant that without a pen you couldn't have a postcard - the normal stuff. Had another little sleep then woke up to have some more food. Now about to go to bed.

Opened Owen's Christmas presents because we needed the wrapping paper as roaches.

I haven't managed to get out of the house today which is probably an indication of how well it went. Brian managed to get to La Poste only to discover he'd not written on his postcards, so he came back via a Patisserie with loads of munchies.

It rained quite a lot today - another reason for staying in.

I think the houseboy has organised some friends "who will be kind to you" but we'll probably all be unconscious by the time they get here.