Bloggit

Granny did write a post yesterday. When she tried to publish it the piece vanished and that thankless page came up that says 'unknown address' etc etc. End of post and she couldn't redo it because she had to take the dogs for a walk and one of them vanished - the beautiful Wimp of course - and didn't come back until after dark, despite Granny and the Lady with the Big and Little Dogs driving everywhere to find him. Whereupon Feline Houdini disappeared for the night - not much to be done about that, though this has to be discouraged. Too many birds nesting already these days. He upset a pair of shrike badly yesterday.

Two relatively windless days. Yesterday was dust haze, today plain misty, though apparently it was sunny on the coast. Granny is sorry if this site is turning into an endless weather report. In fact almost the first impetus for it was someone suggesting she keep a weather journal, so she could compare months from year to year. In fact, judging by recent anomalies it's turning into a very local account of the effects of global warming. There's been snow on the island called La Gomera for the first time in a hundred years.

Not much else to report. Granny has been feeling a little achy and dismal for some reason. It happens. Phone doesn't go, no emails, nothing on her book, which she is going over and over in the vain hope of turning it into deathless prose. Favourite bloggers don't seem to be blogging - just like her. Beloved claims he doesn't like her music and has gone out somewhere. Unfed dogs are yelping. Wrist is better but not wholly so. On the BBC website it says they are looking again at Diana's death....what's new. (The most surprising people are beginning to think she was murdered. Granny neither knows or particularly cares.)

One of those days. Mild air, though. Thanks for that.

Now to publish.