Getting up at the crack of dawn to water the garden before the sun fries everything in its path is not a pleasurable summer activity especially when you haven’t had much sleep the night before. Despite me leaving the balcony doors open so that the woofers might prefer what little night breeze there is, most of them are still opting to pant in and around my bed which makes any chance of a decent kip zero. The outdoor sofa is looking increasingly tempting if it wasn’t for the mosquitoes.
I found another hole in the pool liner this week, luckily I caught it before the bloody thing drained half its contents again. This one was on the opposite end of the seam to the previous tear so it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that there was a fault in the liner, no matter what the guarantee says yes or no to. Armed with my ‘no nonsense’ neighbour, Louise, I went back to the shop and came out ten minutes later feeling much more positive. I don’t think anyone would argue with Louise but it does help that she’s French and knows how the system works. I, on the other hand, may be getting to grips with the lingo but still get tongue-tied discussing anything financial or legal. In the meantime, I’ve ordered another large piece of liner to put over the rest of the seam just to be safe. Bloody pool.
It’s just as well that the draining heat makes working in the garden, other than dawn hosings, impossible as Gizmo had to have the rest of his teeth out on Tuesday. Being 14 years old, virtually blind and a miniature Yorkie both size and weight-wise, it took the rest of the week for him to recover. I did do a little jump for joy when he ate his breakfast by himself this morning and stayed upright in the process. Tony always did call him ‘small but mighty’.
I had a bit of news last week that I forgot to share. The Mothership has been sold. Poor thing had been stuck at the dealership for a year what with all the Covid stuff and holiday restrictions but at least she can motor off to new horizons with hopefully less accident-prone owners. I mean there was the wheel arch incident, the Channel Tunnel incident, the toll gate incident, the stuck petrol cap incident……
“Keep your face always toward the sunshine—and shadows will fall behind you.” (Walt Whitman)
Widow plus woofs 