Fa venire l’acquolina in bocca

 After walking the dogs, I slept heavily until 3pm

I must have needed the sleep , for I woke cuddling Albert which never happens when we are both conscious. 

Subsequently I’m on catch up.

The place looks like Coventry after the bombing. 

Having a new puppy is like having a toddler without a nappy and this compounded with night shifts mean than the cottage looks, well rather grubby.

I drove to Sainsbury’s listening to the seven minute Last Resort by The Eagles 

And sang it all the way through.

I bought healthy

Mozzarella, Basil, huge organic tomatoes and a small Italian ciabatta. 

Chic Eleanor caught me by the fruit aisle and peered into my trolley

“ Fa Venice l’acquolina in bocca” she purred

She’s taught me that phrase before.

I came home and made proper coffee in the Moka pot. 

I gave each one of the dogs a pigs ear ( Dorothy always has two as her mouth is bigger) so I’ve got, I reckon a good 15 minutes piece until they start demanding again.

I pour my coffee and sit at the table 

I need a few minutes to write my blog and chill.

I note I have written several syringe driver readings on my hand in pen

You can always tell a hospice nurse when you see them, written above the glove line.

There’s a Trelawnyd Community Association meeting at 5.30 and because of the brief rain we had everything feels humid and sticky.

I need a shower too

But not before coffee and kitchen table time.

Dorothy kicks the cat flap in a diva anger strop and I let her in. 

Villager Jim is standing outside the cottage on two sticks 

I haven’t seen him since before lockdown. 

He wasn’t well then

We chatted for a while 

“ Apparantly I have  early onset Alzheimer’s John” he told me

“ You remembered my name after three years” I reminded him

“ Oh yes I did” he said rather pleased with himself.

Roger threw up his pigs ear onto the patio and Dorothy gleefully sucked it up.

I took my coffee and ipad into the living room, pigs ear smell is revolting

Winifred’s Rubber chicken lies forlorn on the carpet.

And from the kitchen I can hear Mary chasing Roger outside in order to bark a welcome to another passerby…Dorothy joins in because she feels she should 

Nothing is still except the chicken

I may light the log burner tonight