Poorly baby, droopy flowers, perched cockrel...

Thursday 12th July

 Elina's poorly today, a few back teeth pushing through, snotty nose, dribbly, and unconsolable...   Thomas pops out and grabs some more Doliprane (childs paracetamol) and I cake on the dolodent (Bongela) immediate relief and her smile comes back for a while...  there's something very precious in having my baby in my arms all cuddled up looking up at me crying "maman", hoping that I'll be able to take the pain away, and finally being able to do it...

Looking at the wiltered flowers on my balcony I realised that it'd been a while since I'd watered them - whoops...  I get the jugs out and give them all a nice soaking..  A few hours later they're already perking up and looking a lot healthier and livelier...  Maybe it's time to give some of my dorment ideas a good watering, to get them back to life ?   

As I take Cumba out for her wee wees before bed I look across the sky which is marked with skattered black clouds in the darkness..  From the angle I'm standing, the cockrel on the top of the church looks like it's perched on the mountain opposite me...