It often occurs to me how strange it is, communicating with people all over the world from this site. At this moment....
Diane is awaiting the arrival of a moose or two in her garden for Winter. Calypso has, hopefully, just missed the hurricane which swept up the Gulf of Mexico. Malc and Joan are waiting for Summer to arrive in Australia and, here in Scotland, I've given up on ANY kind of Summer arriving. It must be Autumn here because the rain is colder. Still, I'm off to Portugal for a week in 19 days and 10 hours. Not that I'm counting.