A Quiet Tuesday Feeling Unwell.

Plugs.

I was not a well woman yesterday, so I stayed in all day and didn't feel like doing anything except drink tea and watch Tennis on Eurosport.   My mind did wander about, and the photos, left, give you an idea of what went trickling through, not necessarily in this order. 

Plugs, why are English plugs so big and the German equivalent so small and neat. These two are discussing the issue, does anyone know the answer?


Dresden Guide

I am visiting Dresden in June and my friend in the city, Beate, has sent me a lovely guide.  It is my bedtime reading, although I delved into it yesterday, sitting cosily in my chair with my hankie at the ready.  There will be so much to see, and I hope my old legs last the course.  I must go into the "Frauenkirche" listen to some organ music and cry all the way through.  I hope to hear some Bach (my boyfriend.)



The Windpark was motionless yesterday, it was hot, 26c with no wind.  Even Zephyrus (I named him after of Greek God of the Wind)  the lone hilltop mill was still.  He usually spends his days going round nineteen to the dozen even in an imperceptable breeze. 


The Mole have arrived!  Outside my front window is sown a field of ???  At the moment it looks like beet or sweet corn, but I am no expert.  Hopefully, as it grows I will have more of an idea.  Anyway I was surprised to see mole tracks everywhere, not just in this field but in the fields I passed last evening while on my, "Let's Try and Walk Off this Cold" stroll in the cool twilight.  I still have the cold, and even more moles have arrived.

       

               

The Mole.