So, an early start back at the Cybercafe, not too early, mind, I had to wait for the place to open, and then a few alterations to the final version - typo here, deletion there and then ready to roll.

I printed the final versions, bundled them together and headed up towards Libreria Almafuerte where the Welsh connection were going to photocopy them for me.

I got there about half an hour before they were due to close for lunch, so they offered to print the Welsh version (of which there were fewer) before the siesta and have the remainder ready for me early in the evening. Fair enough.

So after another spot of proof-reading they did the Welsh version for me. Obviously, the moment that I received copies back, I spotted another typo. Grrr.

I left the shop with a bundle of copies under my arm, ready to staple myself at home (questionnaires to be stapled, not me!). I had enough practice with the football programmes over the years, so that was quite a quick experience, giving me more than enough to go and check my e-mail (again) and go to the gym in the early afternoon.

As the evening drew on, I returned to Almafuerte to pick up the umpteen boxes worth of photocopies and to lay them out at home, ready for stapling and for tomorrow morning`s mass distribution session.

No folk dancing tonight, supposedly been re-arranged for Thursday, so I bought a magazine to fill my time - "H", for Hombre apparently. In the market somewhere between Maxim (which they have here in Spanish) and FHM, i.e. scantily clad ladies, photos of fast cars and "lifestyle" products that you just can`t believe that anyone, anywhere purchases. It`s very good for my understanding of Argentinian slang! Well, that`s how I justify it, anyway!.