It is over.

It is very hot, we had a very early walk on the beach, heading for 40 degrees now. I have been playing in my little sketchbook and am now sewing a strange object, more on Tha when it has finished. I am surrounded in scraps of fabric under the air conditioner watching a hot north wind blow our little street tree about. Our dear old rescue dog Max didn't make it through Christmas night. He had been slowly deteriorating over the last few weeks but wasn't in pain, he hated the vet so made him comfortable and left him to it. I shall miss him badly. I remember getting him and the woman I got him from was so grateful as she didn't think she would find a home for him. I think he made about 16, a blue heeled cross, possibly alsation. He loved me and eventually John and life on the farm. He had not been well treated. Came from Pt Augusta in a suburban back yard dominated by a small yappy female dog so I was told. He hated small dogs and we had to be careful with him. Wasnt keen on men either. He coped when we moved here as he was getting old and deaf. I doubt we will get another dog. At our age not rea lly fair on any of us.