The last of the day

A sad goodbye to Aida’s grandpa, Damia. Laura read a glossas written about him, pure Solleric and an oak to the end.

Agu and I had tea out at Mon. I’ve not been there in its new locale, we reminisced about the old place. I love my sense of belonging here, it is so precious.

A message from the vet this morning was very, very welcome. There was a possibility of Scooby having leishmania, but bloods proved negative. It’s been a tense few days. Now to deal with whatever it is he does have ( hair loss, maybe an allergic reaction)

Picked up my new hearing aid too! Pardon?