Black and white

No prizes for guessing which building this is. Still limited to a kilometre from home, and disappointingly we have just learned that Granada and Málaga are the only two Andalusian provinces that haven't been given the green light to move to the next phase of lockdown. So no bar terraces for us. Mind you, it's also notable that since people have been allowed out, deaths and new infections have ticked up slightly.

On my evening stroll I noted a higher proportion of people wearing masks. But of those close to 50% had not covered their noses, rendering the mask basically useless. Joggers still doing their thing of ploughing ahead regardless, and maskless. But there were fewer people out, perhaps because it was overcast.

Mystère seemed better this morning, so I let him out, only to find him puking under the lemon tree an hour later. So we shut him in again as a precaution. He's had several small servings of poached fish though, without adverse effect, and has been more vocal in his complaints today. We WhatsApped the vet and she said we could bring him in tomorrow. Looking at his passport I found that his annual jabs are due ... tomorrow. So even if he continues to improve I might as well take him anyway.