The postman said to me this morning that he doesn't trust the weather forecasts you get from 'the apps on your phone.'
My phone? My phone doesn't even take pictures. I don't do apps and I don't do phones that do apps. Sorry.
I do listen to Chinese women playing the erhu, though. That's what I'm doing at the moment. Much more rewarding. Who needs apps when you can be transported to a fisher boat on the Yangtze and smell the peach blossom riding the air like a silk-clad lady who can do eye magic?
I think it's time to go to bed and dream the dreams I usually dream: Things crumbling.