Who's Been Reading in My Bed?

It's been raining off and mostly on all day. Not used to it! But maybe just what these two need. So, instead of wandering round Monsaraz, decided to read. Which shows up a lack we have in this house - no settee to sit on. So our guests have been invited to read in my usual spot, which is toasty warm from the hot air rising from the wood burner. And I'll sit underneath, blipping.

Off to collect Bengt for Sem Fim in a bit. One year today that Gunilla died. So glad he's willing to be with us. We'll toast the wonderful woman that she was.

Gratefuls:
- cutting GF bread into croissant shapes and toasting them in butter, so we didn't miss out on our Sunday breakfast, and still grapefruit from our tree
- the rain stopping while we walked down to the Adega from church, where we left the car we'd had to take because of the rain
- the group from Luz doing some Cante while we drank tintinhos at the Adega