Sunday, 12 July 2015


This is my large pale ginger visitor showing me how to relax.

The recent very hot and humid weather has proved more than usually difficult for me, and apparently also for my regular caller.

He is turning his nose up at the food I normally buy him but is drinking quite a lot of the bird-bath water.

The fact that it is none too clean appears to bother him not at all.

Since  I too am having problems with food in this temperature I can't blame him.

This afternoon having got back from church at mid-day I started vacuuming the house while keeping an eye on the clock, watching for Wimbledon.  I was soon soaked and in need of a break so settled in the chair turned on the TV and settled down to the mens' final.

Half way through the match my next-door neighbours rang and asked if it was OK if they weeded my front  garden.   OK, I should just about think so.    It was the paved area they tackled and it has been so thickly covered in weeds of every kind that I haven't seen the stones since about April,  

They told me to go and put my feet up and watch the match and wouldn't take no for an answer.

They also planted the rose bought for me on my birthday in the pot which was part of the present and which is so heavy I have not been able to move it from the garage.  It looks splendid.

As I have said so many times before my neighbours are wonderful.  I felt like the Queen of Sheba with my feet up while my galley slaves worked in the heat.  Guilty too, but pleased.  Oh so pleased.

I think perhaps I could teach the cat something about relaxation.