Friday has dawned with mist in the valley but no sign of promised rain. Woe is us!
Our week has been divided unevenly between the usual chores, hospital visits (the groaning element) and entertaining our guest, Kerryn, seen here on a rocky perch at the talefe.
Kerryn (18), the daughter of one of Jonesy's nephews, bonded instantly with the animals, who appreciated her attentions,
and reciprocated them when opportunities arose. Our visitor is a part-time barrista and a student at an art college in Newbury where her South African family is based while her father is employed by a British firm.
I found myself doubling the treat allowance in order to keep the dogs on my side.
Kerryn's visit coincided with the Loule carnival. In spite of the distinctly chilly weather, lots of beautiful women took the opportunity to show off their curves,
as did some who were not so beautiful. If all were gorgeous, none would be gorgeous, so let us be grateful for the podges too.
As usual, there was much poking of fun at politicians, local and foreign.
We found that Kerryn came blessed with an astute mind, a healthy appetite and discriminating taste,
and, of course, with her all-important mobile phone.
On all such outings Prickles was our unfailing companion. While the ladies went walking, he would lead me on a bush-by-pole sniff-along.
Here we are at an expat gang-bang at the Regresso in Salir. Tony (far left) was embarrassed, when stopped by the police en route, not to have the required car-insurance documents with him. As the policeman's English was as elementary as Tony's Portuguese, the latter was unsure of the outcome.
Fortuitously, the same policeman later dropped into the restaurant for a take-away and was able to reassure me that he had instructed Tony only to get his documents in order asap. Much relief and not a little amusement!
My hospital visits are the price I'm paying for neglecting a cyst in my back that developed into a large septic ulcer. Steel-fingered medics are daily doing their damndest to murder it (and me) - before replacing the dressing.
Following these treatments I've once or twice found it necessary to restore my nerves in a snack bar around the corner.
Our guest returns tomorrow. Slavic will be here to thoroughly water our trees while we run her to the airport.
Time to draw down the curtains on the week.
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