"Infraestructura? No hay..."

Well. I awoke this morning to find I had quite a few flea bites. A new phenomenon, and I have a suspicion that I know how they got there... I also found a mouse poo, in my bed, and a few more on the window sill. I am of the opinion that the heavy rain drove a little chap in through my glass-less window last night, and he brought with him fleas as a gift. And left them. I'm dealing with this, practically and mentally, and no es el fin del mundo but it looks to be one of those days cos I also had a spanish lesson in which I found out that there doesn´t appear to be a system in place, with either charity or government help, to pay families a sum of money to foster children. This was in a conversation about a song we´d listened too about street children... and we´d got to that subject through talking about the big glue sniffing problem amongst very young working children.

So, my flea problem is in perspective, but somehow I don't feel better. And I long for the nonsense conversations in offices in Tower Hamlets about infrastructure organisations. At least we have one to talk shit about.