The Heatwave

The heatwave continues with more thunderstorms on Saturday night.  But, thankfully, our block has not been hit - yet.  There have been some bad strikes locally though.

We heard from Bob - a friend from our expat years.  We used to see so much of each other in those days.  They are all now in Northern Thailand - a very lovely part of the world, remembering our long ago trip to Chiang Mai.  It was so quiet back then, but now it's apparently like another Bangkok.

So I thought I would look for a photo from one of our Thai trips to head this blog, but then I remembered that the Captain has not yet put any of them in his Gallery.  Our trips to Thailand were so long ago that he would have to digitise them. (Don't ask.)  Or was it so long ago that we had to hire a local painter to portray us there?  Once again, don't ask.  He spent Sunday - a hot Sunday - manning a stall with two other detectorists at a Farmers Fair.  

And he bought his cake and sandwiches home, as the attraction of burgers proved too much. Very good they were too apparently.

Had two anxiety dreams on Sunday night, and woke up relieved to find that I had not left my bag with purse and credit cards outside a London gallery and had it stolen, nor had I forgotten an important commission given to me by an expat friend. That last dilemma took me back many years to Planet Expat when we visited the UK and fellow Brits would give us letters to post, commissions for stuff, etc.  In my dream I had failed to unpack one of my suitcases and forgotten about an important commission involving a large file full of CVs.

As I said, it was a relief to wake up.

We have been sitting out on our balcony of an evening, often talking over the past as befits two old people I guess.  So I used a rather good photo Col took of a recent sunset to head the blog.

We had our usual Zoom sessions on Monday.  And I made an apple crumble in the afternoon, plus did three cards to family and friends who are in hospital - Seppi, Richard and Patricia.  And this morning we saw our Bible student.  

Oh, and Jane gave me some lemon drizzle cake for Col. She is a very good baker, and that is Col's favourite, but not one I usually make as it is not sturdy enough for his packed lunches, which used to have to survive The Dive Boat, but now have to survive The Field.  I plan to surprise him with it when we have our afternoon chocolate.

It ought to be freshly made iced lemon juice in this weather really, but we are such creatures of habit now, and at 3:00 we have hot chocolate.