Saturday, September 5
The garden, 18:50
Irma slept late this morning and by the time she got up I had showered, read the online news and an offline Michael Moorcock story, and played with the cat.
I went for a walk, part of which took place in a sudden shower. It rapidly turned into a short walk.
When I got back we skyped Naa and chatted with her and the little girls she is looking after.
We cleaned the house and vacuum-cleaned.
Later, when the sky cleared, I went for a longer walk. Now I am back home and Irma has pointed out that the clouds are very three-dimensional. They are indeed.
We will spend the evening talking and drinking a bottle of sparkling wine left over from my doctoral defence.