Toto, we’re not in Malta anymore, but we’re still packed for it.
I tried to eat breakfast in Penzance overlooking the sea, and got blue toes for my efforts (yes, it is every bit as cold and drizzly here as the sky implies). So before I could embark upon my explorations for the day, I had to find a charity shop, that ubiquitous feature of small British towns, and buy a four-pound jumper and some fifty-pence socks. The sweater is pea-soup green and the socks have pineapples. I refuse to post pictures. But they definitely improved my quality of life by 175847395%.
