Ham and cheese for breakfast

Home from Amsterdam and am finding my reflexes slow to react. It's close to 11am and I feel like I have only just got to work. Amsterdam was fabulous, a wonderful place but I am left wheezing like an old coal miner. EVERYONE smokes EVERYWHERE in Amsterdam. There is no such thing as non-smoking. Ones nose was constantly smarting.

Our friends from Malaga bagged the best room, their window looked on to Spuistraat and Miss Whiplash's head office. She sat in her window twiddling her thumbs and twanging her knicker elastic all day.