Finally! Pool season! I enjoyed my first splash of the summer on Wednesday, courtesy of my pal Olga, whose apartment complex has a pool. Usually, we get to have it all to ourselves between 4-6pm, before the wild hordes arrive. (The wild hordes comprising a mum and her two toddlers.)
The only bad thing about pool season is that it prompts me to contemplate my wonky toes. Actually, there’s aesthetically challenging parts to be found at both ends of my legs. But let’s not go there…
I mean… have you ever seen anything more crooked in your life?!
The next morning started with a nice breakfast with my friend Gill in a medieval church-turned-concert-venue-bar-art-gallery-and-café round the corner. And it was a very special day indeed: It rained. No, it poured. In Toledo. In July. Totally unheard of. It’s usually dry as a nun’s nasty in these parts from June till September. Even the frequent summer thunderstorms don’t yield any precipitation.
The wee bowls of fruit salad were a surprise addition. A bit strange, though, as they had cucumber in them.
Later on, drinks with Maria:
There she is, perusing her water bill. She’d not got to the bottom of it at that point, hence the glowing smile.
And on Friday morning, I was notified that I had shot to international fame once again: An article I wrote eons ago was published. Yup. In the world-renowned trade publication that is… Potato Business. Here’s the proof.
You’re all overwhelmed now, aren’t you, by the glamour and relentless excitement that is my life… and by my twisted tootsies.
Lady Of The Cakes 