Sewing oats...

Following my lacklustre Wednesday evening I woke up feeling that Thursday needed to be a pub night. Jess was rounding up the troops by phone for a good-sized gathering so I decided it was high-time for Tracy to be social.

And I was! For a good couple of hours following work (which ended at 11pm), I chatted and laughed with the foreign population in Mokpo. You see: I'm not totally hopeless -- even if I do have my nights of non-contact.