Angel Whispers

Plodding Along

It's only taken around six weeks to shake off the worst of what is supposedly a simple virus. I could worry that my ability to fight them off is weak, but know of several others who have suffered similarly. I conclude we are being invaded by superbugs.

In other news...

After a few glorious days May has turned into the coldest, wettest and most miserable month. I keep hearing how much we need the rain, but am left wondering why we need so much when states like Arizona thrive quite happily on so little.

When I had a cat flap installed for Dennis I opted for an ordinary one instead of the expensive type which only open when triggered by your cat's personal microchip. This was mainly due to the fact I have a very enclosed and private back yard where I had never seen another cat. I now have a ginger feline visitor most evenings that seems determined to invite itself in for a midnight feast. Cats are such crafty creatures.

After a long search and being let down several times, I finally found a workman to paint my exterior window frames which were in dire need of treatment. He was a lovely bloke, but on inspection I reckon I might have been able to do a better job myself if I had the courage to climb ladders. Standards of workmanship seem to have dropped severely in present times, while the costs are extortionate.

My son had a visit this week from a lady he met in Thailand. I think she was brave and admire the fact she was determined to make the effort to fly over here alone to see him. My first impression is she's a very level headed, humble, thoughtful and sweet natured lady, but feelings of deja vu are bound to kick in. Only time will tell.

The price of carrots eludes me, but I suspect it will rise whatever the outcome of the farce of the U.K. and Brexit.