Happy Birthday to DiL, Carinthia and hopes that the funeral is as good as it can be for all involved.
We have sun and a gentle breeze, so definitely walkies this arvo. I have made the lucky discovery of King Scallops in the freezer (Mr Bee hates these, as they remind him of fat) so dinner will be quick and easy - scallops and king prawns, fried in butter, red chillies and garlic on a balsamic reduction, mixed salad and olive bread for him. I’ll have all the scallops, natch.
The Met. Office has just upgraded from a Yellow Warning to an Amber Warning. I think I am now supposed to be terrified. Instead, off out for a walk when the washing is done.
I am waiting for the goldfish to start planning for world domination again; the water in the Goldfish Palace is rising.
Poor loves don’t realise that what happens when they swim out over the top will be fatal to them, I suspect. So I bail it out when it gets too close to the top.
Someone I know had a goldfish tank behind the sofa in their living-room and one day when they were sitting watching telly they suddenly found a goldfish in their lap. They got a top for the tank after that.
Calm and sunny here. We walked along the seashore - blue sea, white mini-breakers, Skylarks and all sorts of wild flowers to see. Only one Cinnabar moth, but it’s a sign of early summer. Our weather is set to turn foulish, tomorrow, so I’ll write a shopping list.