A brief moment of sunshine before the sky clouds over again. If it is sunny later I might take Lynettea for her walkies.
Yesterday was busy, as a man climbed on the roof to clean the gutters. I had to keep glancing up. It was most unsettling.
A human friend visited on Sunday. I wonder if she noticed I was using the lovely shawl she knitted for my cosy. You can see a bit of it in my photo. It was so long since we had a visitor. But I remembered my friend and although I had gone underbed, I came out when I heard her voice.
Alexa is playing Edith Piaf for me. Ah! Glorious Paris. I will probably never visit, but it makes a song in my heart. I can feel myself drifting off, now into a dream.
