Prague was not showing its best side when I arrived today. Recent snowfalls have partially melted and been churned up into dirty black mountains of ice. It's raining too. Still, managed to make a quick detour to the Franz Kafka museum at lunch on the other side of the Charles' Bridge. Not sure what I was expecting, but it was a pretty dire affair. What could have been a weird trip into a very disturbed mind turned out to be nothing more than a collection of framed house bills and shopping lists penned by the man himself. How thrilling! The most disturbing thing turned out to be Kafka's taste in women, which is best described as equestrian: of his four loves three of them looked like horses and the fourth one a mule. Maybe writing's not all it's cracked up to be after all.
Back at the ranch Sammy has fallen ill, having spent most of Sunday night throwing up. However he'd recovered sufficiently by Monday afternoon to has his first attack at piano lessons, which I'm pleased to say he loved. Now I have an excuse to get that piano I've been after and start building a mini studio in the basement. Saw a set of drums in the local paper too. Hmmm.
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