Well it has definitely cooled off a bit since earlier today. I did my walk early, shortly after J had departed. It was such a pleasant morning and I walked the whole way round the block in the morning sunshine. By the time I arrived home with Priscilla D and J, my gardeners, had arrived - D to mow the grass and J to do a quick weed. Not many weeds around - the one plus of the dry weather - too dry for them to grow. And of course the converse - when we do get a good downpour, which will happen eventually, not only will all the perennials shoot up but so will the weeds.
When they had gone I went out with my brush and shovel and swept around the edges of the patio as they have said they intend to come on Wednesday to wash the patio for me and clean the moss from out the gutters. I love the birds dearly but I do wish they would refrain from flinging moss out of the guttering on to the patio.
By this time it was time to heat my lunch in the microwave (chicken with gravy, Yorkshire pudding, sprouts, cabbage, cauliflower and carrots, mashed and roast potatoes) and jolly good it was too.
Then it was back outside to finish my four shovelfuls of grit, moss and debris which I am aiming to sweep up every day (I need Priscilla's help as I can't balance without her).
Now, at twenty past two I am indoors again having done enough for one day - not only am I tired but it has clouded over, the sun has disappeared and it is chilly.
I am well into the Sahara now with my Michael Palin book - enjoying it all over again and not wanting it to end. But I must say that some of the sleeping places in the desert leave a lot to be desired. I don't think I was ever the type (other than in my imagination) to get out of my tent in the night with toilet paper and a trowel and get washed in little more than a cupful of water. I have always been an en-suite kind of girl - don't know about you.