Monday morning dawns cloudy, misty and quite chilly - typical of our British weather. We are overjoyed when we get a whole day's rain for the garden but then it takes two or three weeks for the weather to get back to anything like Summer afterwards.
The lady who cleans for me came this morning so I got well stocked up with local news. Because she is always out and about - and is local to the area anyway - she knows so much more about what is going on than I do and when she doesn't come I miss her.
My only foray out today was to the hour-long ukulele practice this afternoon. I have just returned from this and thought I would put on a post before feeding Tess and getting my own tea.
My chiropodist called at lunch time and has given me a new routine for my feet. I shall try in the month before she comes again to stick to it rigorously in the hopes of praise when she comes.
Now tea time calls. I will swear that Tess can tell the time. She is at my feet as I write this and I can feel her eyes boring into me saying 'where's my tea?' - it is five minutes to four and she has her tea at four each night. I always feed her before having my tea - after all who wants to eat tea with a pair of pleading brown eyes fixed on their face?