Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
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Two Silver Linings
by Russell Turner - 14:18 on 20 July 2017
We’ve had three days of sun, heat and blue skies around The Rural Retreat – perfect for a summer Highland run on Kawasaki San and another run around the garden with the mower. But Sod’s Law says that the work I had to finish by the end of next week has suddenly become a rush job, thanks to the demands of printers.
This means that for the previous three days I’ve been slaving over a hot Mac to produce the latest edition of the 100-page Birdwatching Breaks brochure in time to meet a Friday deadline. The good news is that today it’s done bar dotting a few i’s and crossing a few t’s. The bad news is that it’s raining.
The silver lining of my digital endeavours was that my work took place in the computer room upstairs where the temperature matched the weather outside. Downstairs, where I retired for occasional meal breaks and to feed cats, thick stone walls or a hole in the space-time continuum mean that it’s still winter, or autumn at best.
The other silver lining is that outdoor heat (and now the rain) has saved the lives of countless birds. The Pride has either lazed in the shade when I’ve stepped outside or lazed on bed or landing when I’ve been indoors. Maia in particular has spent much of the day on the office couch, where she can keep an eye on me, and the last two nights shared my bed – something she rarely does when Matchgirl’s away, as she is now. She must be missing Mum.
Her mystery illness remains a mystery, although she’s well recovered and as eager for food as ever. There may be a clue in the inexplicable attraction found by all three cats in a corner of a neighbouring property. Leftover food or rubbish wasn’t in evidence but who knows what was there a few days ago. Cats are scavengers, and Maia’s the worst.
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