Portugal?

This morning I went to the farmers market with my dad, then past the actual supermarket.
Means my house has some food in it.  Which is a nice change.  Though my trans-sister had joined by the supermarket and walking past the toilet paper (which has not been insanely hoarded beyond all control here, unlike Australia) led to the dear sibling of mine reminding me why I try not to have much to do with her.  The picking fights and then acting like other people are picking fights if they don't immediately give in and concede that her wrong declarations are actually facts purely by her willing them so.  It gets very tiresome.
At least she has grown some self-awareness and no longer declares me some sort of inhuman monster for it.

Then I got home, tidied up, watched a bit much The IT Crowd, and then headed to a children's birthday party.  The IT Crowd has not aged quite as well as I had expected and is more clunky and awkward than I remembered, and watching it made me late enough I had to catch a bus.
The children's party and then chatting with friends afterwards led to a lot of hours in the sun.  I am a bit burnt.
Then I went to Oli's to hang out with him and Greer and have fish and chips for dinner.  Was actually a pretty good day, but I am exhausted and fully expecting to have little choice but to spend tomorrow in bed.

I came on to write this and saw my weeks page views on this had been more than doubled overnight by someone in Portugal.
I can't think of anyone I know who would be in Portugal or anything about my blog that would be that interesting to a stranger.  It is just a run-of-the-mill personal blog about an ageing homo with a pretty shite life.  I don't even see why friends would read it except to check that I am still alive, and not slagging them off.