"Beware of men in Uniform!" L is warning me, but she doesn't need to tell me, I know, I know.
Meanwhile I seem to have ended up in this small village hut, suspended from the ceiling with a seatbelt cinched tight round my arms and waist, I'm the counterweight to a millstone, across from me, arms length away (if I had use of my arms) the millstone sits lightly above the grinding stone, describing small circles...