Denis has failed me again and I've only got 11 minutes to post something for today, Tuesday.
With so little time, I have no chance to detail my day's discoveries beyond saying that my false nose and black beret continued to confuse commuters as to my real identity when I mixed with them on the 7.35 train this morning. They also failed to recognise me on the 5.34 train home. Unfortunately, I fell asleep in the armchair when I got in and Judy also failed to recognise me. Or that's what I suppose is the reason why she laid into me with one of her golf clubs.
My next stint as a commuter is eight days away. I guess you'll just have to suffer my being around. Tomorrow, I'll be up bright and early and hope to write you something to make up for my two days absence.