I wont embarrass my lovely Dad with photographs of his unwelcome friend but I will just put on record that he is feeling under par as the healing process appears to be a painful one. I think it was when he said he could hear them using a ratchet to pull the skin together on the crown of his head that I stopped listening - I don't do pain. The stitches are due out on Wednesday and so far he has successfully avoided any infection so fingers crossed that he will start to feel more comfortable soon.
The island is still in the grips of a horrible dust storm. It is difficult to tell from the photograph but visibility is exceptionally poor and the blanket above our heads is stifling and giving me a headache. It cannot be good for anyone with breathing difficulties. We went down to Mum and Dad's early, forgetting to pick up our recycling and forgetting to pick up John's Leon Crate so he could renew his stocks for the weekend when we have Nicky and Mark coming to stay overnight. No matter - we have enough but we like to do these things when we are passing by rather than have to make a special trip.
We had pickleball today. After some weeks of John's knee seeming to improve it isn't so good today and with the return of the pocket rocket that is Liselotte and her husband John as a formidable team it got a work out today which it probably could have done without - he is going to have to make a decision soon about whether or not he is going to have it investigated with an MRI.
On our return home we made preparations for our visitors who are due to arrive mid Morning - I didn't want to be stuck in the kitchen so where possible I got as much sorted in advance. The forecast for tomorrow is appalling so we think we will probably slob out in front of the fire all day but if the weather is better than anticipated we may well venture out as far as the Winery for a pitta and a glass of wine. If we do not then I need to have lunch and supper sorted.
The guest room is all ready and as devoid of as much cat fur as possible. Tiled floors give the dust no-where to hide, unlike carpets, so we get tumbleweeds of guff - worse there are areas under the bed that I struggle to reach where I dread to think what is lurking. That bedroom is cold although not quite so cold since we have been concentrating the dehumidifier in there and of course Droushia is considerably colder than where Nicky and Mark live in Emba so we are always conscious of keeping them warm so the bed has a host of layers to cover all eventualities as a result Charlie is beside himself with curiosity and desperate to test out the princess and the pea effect but his is BARRED as are all the others!!!!
We are looking forward to tomorrow - we always have a good time with Nicky and Mark and have known them now for some years. They always say it feels like a mini-holiday with they come up the hill to us and that is exactly what we hope for them. They work hard and need the rest, plus Nicky's Mum's partner Bill has just suffered a nasty accident on his ATR - details sketchy at the moment but he is in the General with a broken wrist and multiple fractures to his pelvis - not good for a guy in his 70s no matter how fit he might be.
The island is still in the grips of a horrible dust storm. It is difficult to tell from the photograph but visibility is exceptionally poor and the blanket above our heads is stifling and giving me a headache. It cannot be good for anyone with breathing difficulties. We went down to Mum and Dad's early, forgetting to pick up our recycling and forgetting to pick up John's Leon Crate so he could renew his stocks for the weekend when we have Nicky and Mark coming to stay overnight. No matter - we have enough but we like to do these things when we are passing by rather than have to make a special trip.
We had pickleball today. After some weeks of John's knee seeming to improve it isn't so good today and with the return of the pocket rocket that is Liselotte and her husband John as a formidable team it got a work out today which it probably could have done without - he is going to have to make a decision soon about whether or not he is going to have it investigated with an MRI.
On our return home we made preparations for our visitors who are due to arrive mid Morning - I didn't want to be stuck in the kitchen so where possible I got as much sorted in advance. The forecast for tomorrow is appalling so we think we will probably slob out in front of the fire all day but if the weather is better than anticipated we may well venture out as far as the Winery for a pitta and a glass of wine. If we do not then I need to have lunch and supper sorted.
The guest room is all ready and as devoid of as much cat fur as possible. Tiled floors give the dust no-where to hide, unlike carpets, so we get tumbleweeds of guff - worse there are areas under the bed that I struggle to reach where I dread to think what is lurking. That bedroom is cold although not quite so cold since we have been concentrating the dehumidifier in there and of course Droushia is considerably colder than where Nicky and Mark live in Emba so we are always conscious of keeping them warm so the bed has a host of layers to cover all eventualities as a result Charlie is beside himself with curiosity and desperate to test out the princess and the pea effect but his is BARRED as are all the others!!!!
We are looking forward to tomorrow - we always have a good time with Nicky and Mark and have known them now for some years. They always say it feels like a mini-holiday with they come up the hill to us and that is exactly what we hope for them. They work hard and need the rest, plus Nicky's Mum's partner Bill has just suffered a nasty accident on his ATR - details sketchy at the moment but he is in the General with a broken wrist and multiple fractures to his pelvis - not good for a guy in his 70s no matter how fit he might be.
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