21 November 2016
Nothing To Write Home About
It’s hot and humid today. We took Buddy out to Folly Point this morning but it was a relief to get back to the coolness of Sarah’s apartment. I’ve been attacked by mosquitoes and the bites are driving me to distraction. We had lunch outside and then moved back indoors to catch up on some episodes of Poldark. Even the dark, brooding looks of Ross Poldark and wonderful Cornish scenery could not stop me from falling asleep; it’s not healthy to drink wine at midday. I awoke to find Buddy stretched out on the sofa next to me snoring loudly, and no sign of Paul. He had given up completely and gone to bed for a siesta.
Sarah will not be pleased when she reads this and realises that her parents have not been active during the day and out sight seeing (seen it all before), surfing (sea is too cold), shopping (don’t like shopping), cycling (likely to get attacked by emus), etc.
Severe thunderstorms forecast for the Sydney area tonight.
P.S. I'm not making it up about the emus - two cyclists were attacked in Canberra at the weekend by a male emu while cycling through the forest.