Yes, the last day of the long weekend.
I don’t know what happened to day two and three.
They just flew by.
My days have been long.
Jasmine does not understand holidays.
She has woken me up at five every morning.
I suppose if I only ate once a day I would be waking up the entire complex.
Well, my paintings are back on the wall.
As are Mex’s mirrors and his mosaic clock.
My books are in the bookcase where they belong.
And all that ruddy glass stuff is back in the display cabinet.
Where it shall stay until I kick the bucket.
And my kids can have the job of sorting it all out.
Unless I win the lottery.
In which case I might consider moving it just one more time.
When I move into the cottage I shall build where I can watch the waves breaking on the rocks.
While I sit on the deck with a glass of wine in my hand.
One has to have a dream.
Mex put up this blind in the kitchen on Sunday.
It took him umpteen trips to decide which one he wanted.
Spending a fortune on gas to find the cheapest one.
We are so different.
The blind is not to keep the sunlight out.
It is there so he can watch what is going on outside without being seen.
I find that slightly creepy!
I have been challenged to post a photo with a story for five days.
Posting the photo is not a problem.
The story might be a different kettle of fish.
In other news our government broke the law and let a guy wanted for crimes to humanity out of the country.
Despite a court order to the contrary.
Our government has sunk to a new low.
Don’t think they can go any lower.
They won’t let the Dalai into the country.
But they protect someone who is responsible for killing hundreds of thousands of people.
JACOB ZUMA YOU ARE THE WORST PRESIDENT THIS COUNTRY HAS EVER HAD.