RAY, READING and RELAXATION



Ray, Maggie and I went for what Ray calls “a short” walk on Saturday - but I don’t -and I haven’t been for another one since.  THEY go for two - daily.  But on Saturday’s walk, we stumbled across a mini fair with, probably, 20 stalls from Rotary to the local Baptist church who had forgotten their banner.


                               And an area displaying exotic birds including this kookaburra 
                And owl + several more, but my phone decided to go on strike so no more photos


We also went grocery shopping at Marks and Spensers - so many people and so much to chose from … but no clothing and therefore not a single “bum enhancer” in sight, although the confectionary aisle could have achieved the same effect, I guess.  Later, Sarah and Richard joined us for dinner at a pub/restaurant situated between the two houses and we did our best to enhance our physiques, there, instead.

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind, visiting everyone, so I’ve had two days “off” to adjust my suitcase and realise that in a month’s time, I’ll be making my way to Singapore and on my way home.  I’m really enjoying catching up with everyone and having a long needed “family fix”.  But I’m also missing everyone at home.  Never happy!!

As I write this, Maggie has decided it’s time for an afternoon treat - Ray has made her a self-service buffet 



Anatolian Shepherd,  golden retriever and chihuahua mix 
A rescue dog from Rumania
Who has really fallen on her feet, scoring Ray as her best friend


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