Heatwave

An emergency blip of one of the figs on our little tree in the back garden, just before I picked it. 

The heat is getting more exhausting every day. The fact that I had to work my way through a mountain of frustrating paperwork for my mother didn’t help either. 

It’s also a sad anniversary for P and I, as our first cat Moot died four years ago. He was a wonderful furry character, a rescue cat who came to Germany from Edinburgh with P in 2010, and we‘ll never stop missing him.