The sun hasn't got much of a look-in this week. It's been dull, like our spirits on this final day of January as the hours count down on the UK's divorce from the EU. The prospect brings us no joy nor, we suspect, will the new dawn shine brightly on Britain. Time will tell.
Still, up or down, life carries on. The day still starts with the morning news in the study recliner with a slice of toast, a cup of coffee and a plate of fruit - thank you Jonesy.
Before we set out into the hills where the wild boar have again been digging up our paths.
How nice to dive into the jacuzzi on our return. I've set the temperature relatively low to encourage exercises. Wiggle those toes. Ho ho!
LAST THURSDAY
Although the jacuzzi is now up and running, the question is what to do with the sand circle in the garden where we originally planned to seat it.
THIS THURSDAY
So Slavic and I set to work again. We have spent far too much time and effort creating the base simply to leave it to the dogs and the weeds.
"We" tractored down loads of concrete.
Heaved the heavy buckets to the edge of the terrace.
And hefted them down to the site, where we anchored the stone block circumference
And set to work on a concrete path linking the site to the garden and the house.
Friday Sarah and David arrived to share their ideas on what best to do with it.
Suggestions include a helicopter pad, a herb garden and seating for snacks. Barbara wants to set up her sun-dial on a tree trunk plinth.
END OF A HARD DAY
I would like something statuesque in the centre. The conversation continues.
So does life around us, which brings the arrival of occasional spiders.
Which I am summoned to capture as Jones doesn't believe in rehousing them in the vacuum cleaner. She releases them outside.
Hopefully to do useful things like building beautiful webs among the trees.
Poppy is with us for a few days while her owners are away. Over the years she's become part of the family.
Although there are other claimants to her basket.
GREENIE (from his green bowl)
Greenie has moved into Casa Nada, giving the boot to Not Robbie, who has headed over to David and Sarah. (Jones says he will be back!)
Barri has learned to share the sack on which she spends much of the day guarding the gate.
And the lichen still grows glorious on the old olive trees.
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