And the rain came down....

 On the last day of May, the rain has started or could it be the rains? Another step up the climb to global warming...This afternoon on the terrace as ever enjoying a the sea view and its priveledges but now should I dare to venture forth, umbrella would be the norm...in fact I think this is the only place on earth I have been witness to shorts sunglasses and umbrellas, all on one person...But never mind , all cats in and happy, some having the night time ablutions some already sleeping the sleep of the just, keeping time to a snoring rythm, interrupted only by an ocasional grunt or twitch as they dream cat dreams.

Read on...tomorrow as I ressurect this blog from drowning in the sea of social media. 

Leaden Eyes

 Leaden eyes tell the story of another day, Eyelids like shutters pulled and protecting the story of my weary soul. 

Getting late.

Goodnight.

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Incompetence or something else?

 Well dear readers, I have just discovered that my blog page was hiding in plain sight. Now I dont want to log out as I may never be able to log back in ....and how you people would miss me....

The truth is, althogh the internet fascinates me, I waste too much time reading rubbish whereas the stuff that is worthwhile appears to be just outwith my area of understanding. So is that just incompetence or something else?  

Anyway,, glad that  my blog has re-surfaced, will attempt to breathe some life  into it...meantime ....enjoy. 

   

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December 2022

 So December has arrived, the struggles in Ukraine take a back seat to the footballers and the coveted World Cup. 

How can this be? Death and mutilation are evedently less important than  22 millionaires chasing a ball. 

Yes, I take a look now and then, in fact you will know that I regularly attend local football here in the Canary Islands, but I doubt if there are any millionaires amongst this number.

Oh well, as I was told last week , I know nothing, or was it understand nothing about the hallowed sport.

So I shall simply scurry away to hide in my blog, where I may even get a follower.

And dont forget, Christmas is coming, even more reason to be joyous. .

 

 

 

South Of Normal

A very occasional fluffy cloud shuffles impatiently across what is 

otherwise a clear sky of cloudless infinity.

Butterflies flutterby, lizards skitter, the ground a hot plate of bugs, 

detritus and dialled in heat. No breeze to cool, no sirocco. No respite.

Sunglasses not a thing of fashion, but of necesity.

To sit and sunbathe is somewhere south of normal.