Friday 13th June 2025

It was the hottest day of the year.

It was hot before eight.

I woke at half six, Jools had gone to yoga leaving me a note saying only Mulder had wanted to eat.

Scully, who has been ravenous for months due to her diabetes, did not want to eat or drink, and was so listless that she reminded me of Molly in her last weeks, and we really though Scully was a gonner.

I did the bins, made coffee and lollygagged around until Jools came back. We found Scully in shade in the lea of the hedge, she seemed beyond caring.

Jools put her down by a bowl of water, and made Scully drink.

That was something at least.

And then she went to find a shady spot and one time laying beside the chairs on the patio, didn't seem to move.

I sat with her to keep an eye, so I was there when she rose from the dead.

At first, she got up, sat down, unsteadily, but then jumped up the steps in one bound, as I followed she lead me to the living room.

Sit with me on the sofa?

No.

I walked to her and she lead me back into the kitchen, and she leapt to the window sill, and meowed for food.

I gave her pretty much a whole pack at twenty to three.

She drank.

And was back to her normal self.

The vet rang, confirmed we had done the right thing, and said no insulin until the evening.

In the evening she ate another huge bowl, ad her jab and was back, wide eyed and bushy tailed.

Phew.

We took Bev and Steve out from next door for a belated anniversary meal, taking them to the Rising Sun in Stourmouth after we had been given the runround by The Grove Ferry making it seem to difficult to make a reservation.

The Rising Sun answered my mail in 15 minutes, so they got our our business.

A fine warm evening, and a pleasant drive along the Eastry bypass then out over the marshes through Preston to Stourmouth.

Good news is they Bev and Steve don't come out this way much, so it was a new place to eat, and the food great.

I even drank Coke so Jools could have two ciders.

We had three courses, which is the first time in like years, but the food was so good. Jools had a kofte, which came like on its own spit and skewer.

Back home at nine, the sky appeared blue, but closer to the coast it got darker.

I checked the storm radar, and a storm front was slowly making its way up the Channel.

We sat out back, and the flashes of thunder began to show. It took and hour until the storm sat over us, rain hammered down, but there was little thunder.

For an hour the storm raged around us, sending rain down in sheets, flooding Dover town centre, but flowing down Station Road leaving us OK.

I drank some of the new whiskey, and watched the storm drift north, meaning Thanet was getting it.

I went to bed with faint rumbles of thunder and more flashes of lighting illuminating the bedroom.