In the spirit of double dip depression, I have been suffering from a double dip cold. It started at the beginning of the week, Thursday I was feeling decidedly better and then Friday it started all over again. Ian has been very sympathetic to my sniveling, making suitable comfort food and sympathetic noises. He’s now started to cough and splutter, however, which means that I will be able to return the favor.
We’ve been planning our huerta (kitchen garden). So far it will consist of chillies and okra – and perhaps cotton. I must admit to not being quite as excited by cotton as I was last year. The growing wasn’t the problem but the spinning is taking forever! However part of the problem is where my cotton has quite short fibres, so I may look for a long fibre variety which is grown for spinning. Surfice it to say, I have severely downgraded my expectations from us wearing matching handgrown and spun cotton jumpers to us proudly sporting a very small egg cozy each.
We’ve come to the sad conclusion that we won’t see Davy again. We both independently wondered if he actually went off to die. While he didn’t seem ill, he was certainly not right in the way he wasn’t jumping. Seeing that he hadn’t jumped out of our yard for weeks – and the fact he is very vocal – it just seems so unlikely that he would suddenly have jumped over the three or four big walls to get to the road or into the olive groves and if he was stuck he would definitely have called. There is really nothing else that makes sense. I’m sad that we’ll never know, however, if this is the case I am pleased that Davy was able to make his own decision and that we didn’t start down a road of potentially invasive treatment and difficult decisions.