They say it's an ill wind ... But this morning it's definitely a chill wind. Where did the warm weather go? It was here a minute ago. The cooler mornings do make for some lovely scenery in the valley though. I wonder how it affects the hot air balloons which sometimes float over Latimers? Is ballooning better in hot or cold weather ... and if there is a clean winner, why is it so? (In the morning call to S she advised that there are balloons over home this morning - and when I suggested that it was something I wouldn't mind trying sometime and that I would understand if she didn't want to - given her last ballooning adventure didn't end as well as it might - she said she might go with me.)
Fresh. Sharp. These are the words I'm hearing this morning describing the weather. They are being kind. It was a gorgeous day though.
M rang last night to see of we would be starters for going to see Fiona O'Loughlin, the comedian, at Broadbeach tonight. We ummed and ahhed a bit, because it's a Wednesday night - meaning it would be a late night and we would still need to get up and go to work tomorrow. But in the end we decided to risk it - how late could it be? Well, it was good that we had decided to eat beforehand because she was running late and didn't take the stage until after 9:30 - but it/she was worth the wait. I haven't laughed so much in ages - and I wasn't the only one! Unfortunately S was feeling unwell and decided to pass and I'm not confident that even a joint effort by M and I to recreate it would be successful. Hopefully, though, we will remember different bits to tell her!
Meanwhile, back at Latimers ... S was minding the store - and Beasley came in looking a bit like a black and green lamington. in his explores, he had found grass seeds - sticky ones - and lots of them. She was a good cat aunty and combed him down - he had tried to lick them off without success. But what's that that say about no good deed goes unpunished? Whatever they were, the seeds caused a massive allergic reaction and she needed to knock herself out with antihistamines; it was just lucky she still had some from the last grass attack. Poor S. No wonder she didn't stir when M and I arrived home.
The good news was that despite her discomfort she had managed lockdown with everyone in and sprawled over the couches by the time we got there. And judging by the coolness, we're in for another cold one tomorrow.
