Today was a difficult day in many ways - it started off quite well with a walk to Elena's to give her a hand with making something called Kibbe in readiness for a function at the weekend. Unfortunately, things did not go quite to plan and Elena didn't feel brilliant so I did what I could and then left her to have a rest.
I walked back taking the scenic route which takes us round the outskirts of the village. The local Capari (caper plants) are in full flower and when they flower they look beautiful but the plant itself is very invasive so we pull them out as soon as we can. The locals pick the fresh shoots and pickle them and they pickle the flower buds before they open - they are considered something of a delicacy. I don't mind the pickled leaves if they are young enough that the thorns have not been allowed to develop too much.
I actually got two pairs because we have a door to the garden in this bedroom and we do normally have a curtain at that door so the additional pair would allow me to make a door curtain failing that I will make a bed runner and some cushions.
I got a little way through my ironing when I realised that there was something seriously wrong with Boris. I had taken a photograph of him and Charlie snoozing on the decking but hadn't noticed that Boris's collar was missing and that his face was swollen almost beyond recognition until he came very quietly into the bedroom where I was ironing. He is never quiet as he is a cat that always announces his arrival. When I looked at him I couldn't believe the state of his face. Had he been kicked, had he been bitten, had he been stung, had he eaten something, had he got his collar caught somewhere and struggled to release himself - no idea but all I know was that he was disfigured.
As we were about to leave we had an interesting visitor making its way towards our car - the goats were grazing in the green area but this one had gone off piste!
Our outing this evening was to the Sunset Breeze restaurant to attend a dinner in memory of one of the ladies who used to play badminton at John's club and who passed away very suddenly. Your smile will be missed Maureen and you would have been very proud of how your lovely husband and son coped with this evening.
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