Grey, cold, windy and lots of strange newcomers in town. The invisible wife has sunk to new depths. She left Fido locked in her house for over twelve hours yesterday during which he cried almost non-stop and managed to wedge himself between the windowsill, open window but behind the wrought ironwork. He's a big Alsatian. He sat there all day waiting for Madam Ho to return and as the day drew on he wobbled more and more as he tried to stay sitting upright. The doggy people in Spain cannot help an animal if it is in somebody's property.
Everytime I went out, his one yellow eye and one blue eye fixated on me, and he howled. I have put a curse on the invisible wife.