One small taste of my omelette and I was unable to eat any more. A visit to the market was mercifully brief as it was very small compared to usual and no Barbary Duck was available.
I was back at the hotel soon after 10a.m., and retired to bed with a bottle of water and an extra blanket. 24 hours later, I've just had my usual full breakfast and am raring to go. Where? Not Blue Sky, Fayfouz ... as they all have 'festive' meals and accompanying music. I'll head out to Hapy Habou and sort my program out from there.
Merry Christmas, to all who believe in that sort of thing. Bah Humbug to the rest!