Night and Day

Popcorn for lunch. Unbeatable.

Ideally, you need a movie to watch as well. I was loitering through tv sites online and came across The Ghost Whisperer.

Your instincts are right: it's like The Horse Whisperer, but with ghosts. And instead of Robert Redford, you have Jennifer Love Hewitt. And some ghosts. Too funny.

Anyhoo, there's an abandoned swimming pool down at the Flat Space (that makes it sound like someone pulled up during the night and dumped it). An empty, unmaintained pool, I should say. Although it's stocked with sun loungers, I've never seen anyone in the pool. I suppose it could be reserved for nightswimming...

And in other news: today is the summer solstice. Yes, the beer mark on the terrace is already shifting, which in turn affects the sunshiney nap schedule. It all goes downhill from here.

Stony inhabitants

With the Super Heat come the lizards. I mean, they're always around, but they're more noticeable at this time of year. You see ten or fifteen laying out on the pavement, then they scurry into crevices when you get close.

But if you're standing by a wall at an (almost imaginary) bus stop, the wall slowly fills up with lizards. Some stretch lengthways in the sun, others poke out their heads, the cutest ones lift up their little alien hands in a stick-em-up position.

If someone else comes along they all scurry at once, and you get a sense of writhing movement, which is weird.

And their name? Well, I'm reliably informed that they're called the Madeiran Wall Lizard. Named by someone with a lofty poetic sensibility, I'm sure...