Thursday, August 13, 2020
They can wait.
The storms arrive. They prove to be of the well behaved variety. The temperature drops but there's no rain. We open all the shutters and the temperature inside The Rickety Old Farmhouse falls from an uncomfortable 28 degrees to a balmy 19.
Angus is up early and talking to men in dark suits. Every so often the door to the office is nudged open by a cold wet nose and Sophie comes in to remind me that there are more important things I should be doing. Todays conversation wanders onto the subject of Marjorie Taylor Greene. Angus and the men in dark suits are a little befuddled over what QAnon actually is.
The cable man comes bright and early to see whether its possible to have broadband access throughout the house. At the moment a couple of rooms downstairs get it,the rest don't. After half an hour he decides that the walls are too thick . It might be possible but only if the entire electrical system was ripped out and a new one installed. Netflix , might just work if we drill a hole from the junction box in my office through the ceiling . This would at least enable us to get through the winter without having to order DVD's from Amazon. We're nearly at the end of season 7 of Parks and Recreation. What will we do when we come to the end of the season ?
Sophie finally makes it quite plain that she's waited long enough. The Eastern Mediterranean, Belarus, the collapse of the Turkish Lira and Netflix installation can wait.
This piece of music , sung by a Ukrainian choir, accompanied Sophie and her master on their trip to the bakers : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LBBaD1aQuw