Pose

My only alternative was another paraglider on the beach, so here's a #catofalmunecar waiting for my camera as I turned a corner on this evening's walk.

Nothing much to report today. Yesterday B the gardener came and started work on taming the jungle. He squirted what he assured me was an animal-friendly home-made weedkiller on sprouting grass between the flagstones on the path. I didn't immediately make the connection with Mystère making choking noises later that evening. He seemed to recover and happily ate his dinner, but then coughed up saliva periodically during the course of the night ... it was S who suggested he might have come into contact with B's cocktail of vinegar, Epsom salts, and washing up liquid. He'd already been out again for a couple of hours by then, but we shut him in for the rest of the day. He hasn't been exactly full of beans but he is eating, and occasionally complaining about his imprisonment, so the vet is staved off for now. Apart from the regulation walks/jogs, we've stayed in too.