Behold the gloomy landscape of an Algarve storm - bringer of grey days grumbling with thunder and nights lit up by lightning strikes. I've been pulling out the plugs to spare our electronics. Barri, who hates celestial fireworks, has been joining us in bed for solace.
THE REAL STORY OF RED RIDING HOOD AND THE WOLF
A SERIOUS STORM BREWS
Given that Jones, Ono, Prickles and Mini like to retire early, things have got somewhat crowded. There's been a little elbowing, growling and grousing all round. Sleep has been at a premium.
We've still got out into the soggy hills at least once a day although it can seem like slogging through the slush of the slough of despond.
The cloud formations have been spectacular. Jones has been busy with the camera. If you look carefully, you can see a bear's head. (It helps if you've had a few beers.)
SON ET LUMIERE OVER CASA NADA. We're waiting to hear from the lawyer whether she's made any progress with registering the cottage.
News is that a Swedish couple have bought a house in the village although they'll be commuting for a while. They joined the gang for dinner at the Hamburgo one night. I think there was mutual approval.
I downloaded Patrick Smith's Cockpit Confidential - everything you ever wanted to know about passenger aircraft and flying them. The book is excellent - a boon in the disturbed night hours.
Mini never fails to join me on the recliner. We had her to the vet one day as she's been sick most mornings (on the bed!). Not that her appetite or energy have been affected. Poor Jones! The bedclothes have spent more time on the line than the mattress. (Yes, we know. Don't tell us!)
Jones spotted this amazing rainbow, a full semi-circle of luminous glory. I hope it portends well. Truly, we could do with a little good news. (I haven't had the courage to watch the Boks being thrashed yet again! It wasn't like that in my day.)
RAINBOW OVER ESPARGAL
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