Comfort food

So much for signs and portents.It’s been a septimana horribilis to paraphrase HMQ, starting Sunday with the discovery that Lilah cannot be my travelling companion. I found her a good and loving new home and she left for her new life on Thursday. Saturday I heard that the house sale has fallen through, I wasn’t surprised as it’s been taking far too long and I had suspicions that the buyer was just stringing me along.

So for some comfort, rather than eat, I started looking through the photo library. These images are from a great, long weekend last October in the wonderful and sometimes weird and whacky city that is Barcelona. R and I were celebrating 45 years of friendship since we met on our first day of nurse training – it’s a friendship I treasure deep inside. It soothes me to think about it today.

Bitter blow

This morning I was idly researching ferry prices and asking unimportant questions about travelling with dogs like, where do they sit on the ferry? I stumbled on a blog about travelling with dogs which was full of interesting informative stuff e.g. the best  reasonably priced vet to certify the swallowing of the worm tablet. Lots of readers had asked questions of this couple including one man who was anxious about whether the breed of dog he owned was allowed into France. I’m not sure why I followed the link to the French consular page but there at the top of the list of banned dogs was the Staffie. It had never occurred to me that her breed might be a problem.

Lilah will not be a European dog.


Different journeys

The wait for the house sale to be processed is agonisingly long and I’ve started to think about it as part of my journey to retirement as a way to counter the frustration I feel. Driving back from work in the late summer sun and warmth today reminded me that next year I shall be journeying through sun and warmth in very different places at a slower pace, able to take time to just enjoy. And I thought about my journey through summer this year, a journey of colour, blue skies, warmth, sun and fun. A true summer such as we haven’t had in the UK for seven years. So here are a few of my memories of the long summer of 2013.