I’m moving tomorrow to a house just along from the castle in a small hilltop village about 40km outside Barcelona, where my monster will have to contend with others (no sheep, ‘fraid). I’m going to carry on doing the Barcelona walking tours and conducting the Industrial School choir, but I hope to be able to sleep and work slightly more than has been possible in Barcelona.
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