Concentration

Some friends came up from Rio and we met for lunch at the golf club. HH played 14 holes, which took forever as they were behind a slow four with four hangers-on who had all the time in the world and dawdled around in the middle of the fairway even when the players were way ahead. So HH’s group finished in pouring rain. Never mind, it’s a holiday.

Patotario and her partner had already had lunch, but came along and joined us for a beer. I nearly posted a shot of Stuart happily munching on a hot pepper, but the little girl’s concentration as she gathered up the streamers won the day.

Under guise of walking the dogs (behind the car – shame!), took our visitors up the valley to show them some of the devastation still very evident after the floods and landslides three years ago. Back at home, Nick produced the drill I had asked him to bring up from Rio and he and Bianca earned dozens of brownie points by drilling holes and putting in what I would have called rawlplugs, but now know that that’s a serious sign of age, and they now go by the name of Plastic Wall Anchors, aka Plastic Expansion Plugs (why use one word when three will do)? Now we can hang the collage!