A thunderstormy breakfast. I have just moved the cushions indoors from the veranda. The balcony geraniums and the mint are starting to blow about, and there is a lovely soft light on everything. The Channel is starting to ripple, but no waves as yet.
So its already August and we are tumbling towards Autumn. My favourite season. But this year it marks the start of my knee operations. We had a visitor at the Kingdom Hall last night - he is studying with us I believe. He had his knee ops two and a half years ago, and was in a wheelchair and still in pain... aarrgh...
I was relieved to come back and find an email from Don, an internet friend, telling me how successful his knee operation had been.
Oh well, I don't seem to have any option - child of Adam that I am.
A lovely meeting, of course. We are still in our study of the valiant Hebrew prophet Jeremiah. We also discussed the experiences of Witnesses in Myanmar - who like Jeremiah have endured valiantly in the preaching work.