Sleeping in ones' own bed ......

It's always nice to come home and sleep in the old favourite bed - it seems to have all the correct contours for the body, lumps 'n bumps 'n all.....and it's warm enough here to have the window open - mmmmmm oxygen unlimited. As I mentioned in an earlier blog, air conditioning and sealed buildings are not too good for the breathing system - sometimes too hot, or the opposite... In Sweden it's often too cold in the winter to have a window open, and I usually feel like a dried prune in the morning, and beginning to look like one...!. Nevertheless I really love it there and feel like an "honarary" Swede after so many years visiting there. Another bonus of being at home is to play with Shady, K te K's old moggy (cat) Shady. He has a black coat, soft and silky, and just sprouted a pure white whisker (!), purrs like an old opera singer - not surprising considering his history . He has heard almost nothing but opera during his life, originally in Surrey, but he retired to Hertfordshire when K.te K. moved. He's now in his twenties - "Must be all that t.l.c (tender loving care) he's enjoying!" according to her....Occasionaly he snores - such a pretty little sound, starting on a high note and glissanding down to baritone - always makes me giggle - such even breathing too....Must say I miss all those lovely friends in Sweden, especially Axel and August, ah me, I hope it won't be too long before we have loving hugs again.....k..p b.......g...I'm off to Paris tomorrow ..wheeeeee!