Monday, 23 January 2012

Housesitting, Day Two. Or 35 is the new 25.

Last night the dog went berserk at something out the window and then realised that it was her own reflection. I have never seen a dog look so embarrassed.

Central Asia has reset my tolerance for heat. Enduring several weeks of temperatures around 50ºC will do that to a girl. Where once I wilted like a delicate flower in any temperature over 25ºC, I gambolled around all day today, delighting in the 35ºC weather. Imagine me in a long white dress, drifting around the garden picking fresh produce, smelling herbs and not stepping on bees.

The dog and I have reached a new accord. I have only lost her once, today.

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