Going green

Another lousy night - must be the full moon stirring things up and it seemed to affect the cat too (or maybe that's because the door was shut and she couldn't get to her litter box till I cottoned on in the wee hours).

Anyway, things improved slowly, after all, it was too beautiful a day to be crotchety. I walked the dogs along by the waterfall again after dropping HH at the club and finally got some half decent photos of it, but it's impossible to do it justice. The perspective is never right and there's too much greenery blocking the gorge below. Anyway, I liked some of the other photos better - abandoned or ruined houses or crumbling entrances (sad, but interesting), branches of purple flowering trees hanging down to street level, and then, on the way home, the Green Car. Things grow so fast at this time of year that it probably hasn't been there that long, but it looks like a permanent fixture.

Suggested lunch at the club with our invalid friend. She came by taxi with her nurse but didn't eat much - the meat was hard to cut and she wouldn't accept help. She did have three large glasses of wine, though - my heart sank when she ordered the third, at around 4 p.m. All of which made it very difficult for her to get down the steps and across to the car, although I got it as close as possible. Worse was to come, though. When we got her home, we only just managed to get her up a couple of steps into her kitchen and even with the nurse's expert help, she slid down into the narrow space between the raised foot rests of her wheelchair, which must have hurt like hell, and it took the combined efforts of the nurse, her maid and her son, HH and myself finally to lift her into the chair. Poor soul - and she was very brave, in spite of the pain, she summoned a smile, apologised profusely and thanked everyone for their help.