Temperatures still hitting 20 or slightly above, and warmer of course in the sun. So take advantage of reading outside. Excellent lighting for “real”books, though not so much for ebooks. Current “aloud”reading is David Jason’s autobiography. We know him best, though not exclusively, for A Touch of Frost series, but he is probably best loved in the U.K. for Only Fools and Horses. Entertaining writer as well as actor and no sign of a ghost writer either.
Accompanying drinks are posing on the wall separating us from the next door neighbour’s grape arbour, now in dormant season. Raspberry vodka from the same source as blood orange gin, though sadly not nearly as nice. Maybe because vodka is less complex than gin, but it’s way too sweet. Yes, the crayon colour should have put us off. Second childhood. Adding extra unflavoured vodka did help. The contents of the glasses actually feature diluted colour and sweetness, though undiluted alcohol obviously.
The fig tree across the road is not in dormant season. It has quite a few figs, though none are ripe yet. Their lack of maturity has been no deterrent to passersby sampling them. And rather more than sampling. A couple today came equipped with a plastic supermarket bag and harvested reasonably thoroughly. We can hardly complain as a) the figs are not ours and b) we would eventually have helped ourselves, though a little less blatantly. Did look up unripe figs, possibly unworthily hoping for karma. But it seems that much like unripe tomatoes they have some excellent uses such as in pickles.
*Note: For reasons best known to itself, my blog program has decided that words containing an apostrophe should precede said apostrophe with a double space. 1) Much phrasing becomes unreasonably awkward when trying to avoid apostrophes. 2) Possible solutions not high on my to-be-googled list. Have decided to let text have its way until - with luck - it gets tired of the silliness.