Elephants Can Remember*
Katie from the synagogue visits me and it’s good to see her.
Then we set off for Whipsnade to see the animals.
We do the Drive Through Asia and see the different herds of deer: some in water to stay cool.
We see a mother rhino 🦏 with last year’s baby.
And the white rhino:
Can’t get any good tiger photos as they are asleep in a wooded area and are too well-camouflaged.
We have our picnic 🧺 overlooking the downs which is lovely:
Then we see the elephants 🐘, blowing dust and water over themselves in an effort to keep cool. It’s a couple of degrees cooler at Whipsnade than here, but it’s still 25.5 degrees 🥵:
We start looking for the Red Pandas but give up as it’s too hot to be traipsing around.
It really is a lovely day out: I commend it.
Come home, meditate and sleep until Mum wakes me up for supper at five o’clock.
My psychiatrist calls me back. Earlier in the day I left him a message that my mood has dropped and should I put up the dose of my antidepressant and he agrees that I should.
It’s Flying Ant Day. Here they are before:
Most of them seem to get eaten by the starlings.
Now I’m in my bedroom with my Fluffball. He is sleeping on my windowsill:
He jumps down from my windowsill and is now under my dressing table. It’s probably hot for him too as he’s covered in thick fluff.
Right: had better post this and then do my Tarot Card of the Day and then can go back to sleep.
Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1972. By Agatha Christie. The fortieth Hercule Poirot mystery.