Finally, not being able to exit the pergola area without a key, and having looked at the fish .... boring as they all hide under the slate shelves and the water lily leaves ... I decide to settle in my cane eyrie and pretend to be an eagle or a cheetah, or a hunting Russian. The mountain breeze is drifting past me high up in my lair. A bit chill, but I am hardy. I snuggle down, but stay alert.
Then Lynettea comes home.
'Oh. It's raining. Aren't you cold there?' Pokes around.
Then I get this.
|blanket and surf towel on the igloo|
|'Are you warmer now, Sasha?'|
|'This will be even warmer for you!'|
How can I pretend to be an eagle in an eyrie now! I can hardly see out.