I had intended to write, and post, a great deal of my world renowned codswallop; but I didn’t; and here it is the 31st July and I’m starting to give it some serious thought.
Not known as “The Prince of Procrastination” for nothing.
My intention was to reminisce,about my youngest daughter, Emma, – Ruby and Poppy May’s mummy 30th birthday. She was about to celebrate her 40th on the 6th; and Coco and the War Office had gone up to Bangalow, which is about 8 km (5 miles) inland from Byron Bay to help celebrate.
I stayed home alone, did practically nothing. I missed my dog 😦 and lost interest.
Talking about my Coco, yesterday was a lovely day, and I spent a few pleasant hours on the front verandah basking in the sunshine. It’s the middle of winter as you know, but the weather for the past month has been more like spring. Temperatures in the low to mid 20’s C. ( low 70’s F).
Of course,Coco spent much of the time out there with me, much as he hates the sunshine and heat. It’s only a small verandah and faces full North, guess where the sun is 😈 so he likes to hide ,as much as he can, in what little shade there is.
He must have been feeling quite warm/hot as he is still in his winter fur. It does get quite cold once the sun goes down, so I’m putting off the beauty treatment at Orange Dogs for another week or so.
I wasn’t idle the whole time they were away, I did go through a couple of thousand photo’s, and searched for many more, to illustrate my reminiscences; and others to carry on the horror posts, in similar vane to “The mystery of the skeletal hands”, that masqueraded under the title “I did warn you!“