August hasn't yet disappointed, we have been besieged [well the laundry has!] by blustering winds. Bongo loves it......Standing face towards the current, letting it slap his ears slap back onto his head. And snorting the wind up into his nose..I imagine he is able to pick up scents from miles away, in this manner.
Before I continue,I have to explain a different Blog format than usual.Thanks to my new computer,I have had to modify the way I use my blog,and it doesnt seem to want to post the pictures. and can only cope with one section at a time...ah well.I suppose thats how Blogs really ought to be.
We are almost decked around the pool now. The telescope was a gift from Bossy to Little a few years ago. Little and I think we may have misunderstood the flat pack instructions, because when you look through the viewfinder, everything is upside down! When Magda popped over to see us one day, she whooped with joy to see it. Revealing to all that she had always wanted a telescope, and that in her opinion only "very brainy people" had them....I instructed her to go and take a look through it immediately...assuring her that her assumptions would be dashed instantly...THEY WERE! The photo shows the view from The Braai room.
The rooms across from the pool [with orange doors] are Moses quarters .Bossy has promised him [and me!],that as soon as we embark on stage two of our building works, Moses will be re housed in the Old pump rooms, well away from the house and near to the front gates. The Old pump rooms comprise a single empty space, with huge roller doors.[Like garage doors] and will need converting.
Having his own place, will allow Moses [and us] to lead less overlooked lives. It will also define his "patch" where he will be able to plant vegetables to his heart's content. [They are currently competing with the roses!] Also to graze his chickens with impunity and go about his "home life" without tiptoeing through ours.
Don't misunderstand me, I feel most fortunate that Moses is with us, but I do find watching him going about his ablutions most mornings and evenings a little unsettling..I`m sure that he feels the same about us!
He noticed how cross I was on Friday, Bongo had chewed the heel off of my ONLY remaining pair of useable "day footwear". I had resorted to wearing a pair of pointy toed, mustard yellow slippers that I bought in Zanzibar in a fit of "visitor needs to take home eclectic gifts from foreign climes", and which had hitherto, remained in the recesses our walk in wardrobe. Embarrassing and rather theatrical. Footwear?.....Yes! But when needs must.
Anyway, back to Moses. He noticed me fiddling around with the heel to the boot, looking crestfallen. He asked [in sign language] if he could help. I`m quite sure that he had been drawn to me by the mustard yellow slippers on my feet .....and felt some pity for me.
I went and found the other part to the boot...and in his usual smiley manner he said "Allllllrrright Missus", took both parts of the boot and returned later that day with boot and heel joined .
Not only had he reunited the heel with its boot but he had stuck a new piece of black leather on the heel where Bongs had gnawed it off!. I didn't mention that the boots and the original heel are brown! I`m just happy to have my beloved boots back and can consign the embarrassing pointed slippers to the back of my wardrobe once again! Bongo continues to trawl through my underwear, despite my having developed some very complicated systems to outwit him. The moment our bedroom door is accidentally left open. He makes straight for the underwear. So angry was I to find him chewing through another of my bras, that he suffered his first serious hiding. Yes.... I`m afraid I resorted to corporal punishment..as a result he has given me a very wide berth for the past few days.
I was grossly embarrassed just a few days ago, when I noticed Skelm and Villam digging about 2 meters away from the washing line, with four pairs of gusset less knickers waving joyously in the breeze at them. [ I SO REGRET not taking a picture...but was far to ashamed to admit they were indeed my knickers!] .
I have now made a firm pact with Regina ,should she come across anyone's mutilated underwear, she has my authority to immediately throw them in the bin.
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