….and the wet weather seems to be easing off. It certainly spoiled any plans for observing the Solstice – we’ve had cloudy skies since forever, and last night was the first time I’d seen the moon in about three weeks.
Carol had said something about getting a bonfire started to celebrate the Solstice; but when I went around at 9pm, there was no fire and nobody sitting out. There was the sound of enthusiastic drumming from her house, so I didn’t stay. I’ve nothing against drumming, but I don’t especially like listening to it and don’t have enough sense of rhythm to join in. I’ve tried just sitting in on drumming sessions and getting into it, but I’ve always ended up feeling like a nun at an orgy.
So I didn’t hang around. Just sat at the bonfire patch for a minute or so and greeted a Cat. There are four of them here; they all have names, of course, but I can never remember which is which. So I call them all Cat; they don’t seem to mind.
I often try to greet them with a “Hallo, nice to see you” in Cat language, and they seem to appreciate that. It’s one of only two Cat phrases that I’m confident of – the other is the one that says “Gerroff my patch!!!”. (Although I’m working on a third, the one that says “No, I’m not giving you a feed, you fat slob; go out and catch your own meals like you’re bloody supposed to!”)
Anyway, I was determined to do something for the occasion, so I decided to get to bed early and get up to watch the sunrise. Surprise, surprise, I overslept; the day was well dawned before I woke up. And anyway, it was still clouded over and bed was too warm and cosy.