The trouble with coming to the internet place at lunch time is that I have to endure the smell and sounds of people eating curry right behind where I sit. (Whenever I come it seems to be someeone’s lunch time or dinner time or supper time.) At the moment the Spanish woman who works here is eating, using her right hand like the Indians do. I can’t do that. Always need a fork or a spoon. I think she’s Spanish. She speaks Spanish, and she looks more Spanish than South American. The South Americans you meet travelling tend to be the wealthy South Americans who have a bit of a pampered look about them. They wear makeup and expensive clothes, whereas Spanish people look rough, like potatoes that have just been dug out of the ground and still have earth on them. (But potatos are good.)