Did the above as I said I would, then, come back to the Palace, played rummy (drank green tea, smoked pot) with my crazy, nice neighbour across the hall and the nice young boy from upstairs, "Skooter" of late, with whom, extemporaneously, I engaged in a whistling-of-the-first-movemen-of-Eine-Kleine-Nachtmusik contest, much to the said neighbour's amusement. The kid also won the hand of jailhouse rummy. Good to know they're still makin' 'em. And, for a wonder, the 18-year-old man-child was paying me back for having smoked him out last night. Touching. Gives one hope.