I spent much of the day contacting people in Spain. Romy could not help as Endesa would not speak to her Spanish friend, and my bank just suggested contacting Endesa. Finally Dorothy told me that our Spanish contact had dealt with Endesa and all was again OK. All this in the middle of preparing for the evening meeting.
I did not arrive home until 10.15, to find a hungry Sir K whingeing about the poor service, justifiably.
I am very tired today. My back is really appalling. I am wondering if I may have myeloma, not that I am a hypochondriac, of course. Anyway, if I had myeloma I would be losing weight at a rapid rate.