After a three hour delay due to bad weather conditions I did arrive at long last at my parents last evening. I have been kind of force fed ever since. Coffee, meal, cake, coffee, dinner, strudel, coffee, snack, wine, supper, wine, sweets, wine, breakfast, coffee… How can I survive without exploding? I will die of HOTEL MUM overexposure, I’m afraid. But it is certainly great to spend some time with them. In the short breathing spaces between meals.
Too much food, Jason Mraz