When we first moved down here it rained.
Just a few drops.
And I thought it can’t even rain in this damn place.
And the weather Gods heard me.
It feels as if it has been raining for two solid months.
It is pouring as I speak.
And I want to tell the world that a converted garage is cold.
Very, very cold.
I do not recommend it.
It is probably not cold to you guys in Canada and America and Bulgaria etc.
However, this is Africa.
We are not geared up for cold weather.
Our houses are designed to keep you cool in summer.
I haven’t been into the main house today.
They have a bad leak in the kitchen.
They might want to borrow my water wings.
I will venture in to cook supper for them.
Hope the ceiling doesn’t come down on my head.
It looks a bit dicey.
They are waiting for a builder to come and give them a quote for repairs.
But he can’t come in the rain.
I put Jasmine’s blanket on top of the heater.
When I took it off to cover her it felt so good.
I was tempted to join her.
Mex was unimpressed at me covering her.
Says she has a fur coat.
And should sleep outside.
I just ignored him.
Doesn’t she look cosy?
If Mex was away I would be letting her sleep on the bed with me.
By the way…I don’t usually have my drawers standing open.
I took my camera out of the drawer.
Thought I would just clear that point up.
Now I am going to crawl under the duvet.
And shiver a bit.