Tuesday 28 November 2017

Long trousers, socks and ...

Having spent an excellent week with Ann's sister and her husband, life has returned to normal. The weather is cooler and we now look to sit in the sunshine (rather than the shade we utilise for six months of the years). As I write the thunder is providing a noisy backdrop and much-needed rain is pouring down. Water is desperately needed in the next few months as the reservoirs are very, very low. So rain, rain, rain - except when we want to go out.

Long trousers and sweaters and socks have now been moved into drawers and cupboards, and the days of t-shirts and shorts and sandals are but a memory. I suppose it would get boring if we had blue skies and sunshine every day but I could put up with that today. We have just put the fire on and an extra cup of coffee is not an indulgence. Who knows? It may be time to buy some Scotch for medicinal purposes.

To say that Daisy, our rescue dog, has changed our lives would be an understatement. Two walks a day, every day, and the need to play with her and pay attention to her every need, is something of a change for us. I am certainly getting far more exercise now (perhaps part of a cunning plan by Ann) and that must be for the good. Walking in the wooded hills above Argaka, with unbelievable views over the bay, is good for the soul as well as the heart - except when it is pissing down with rain.

Daisy and Jaz are touching noses at my feet as I write, and there are far fewer spats between them as time goes on. Honey keeps her distance but the need to be in the living area when the heating is on will outweigh her reservations and we look forward to those dark nights when all five of us are co-existing cosily. Time will tell.

Regular readers of this blog will note that I haven't mentioned British politics today. I was very tempted but have decided against moving in that direction. However I may not be able to maintain my temporary silence for much longer. Perhaps when it stops raining ...