Going to my mountain – Saturday 28th September 2024

Going to my mountain

Who would have thought that going to my mountain could become so easy? Now when I’m feeling down and missing my lovely homeland, all I have to do is go into the hall and sit looking at the wall. Mum says she may be spending a lot of time in the hall now. I’m quite happy with that suggestion. I did suggest the picture could have included me and my sister chasing after a stick, but Mum said she thought it looked more realistic for not having any of us in the photo.

My only complaint is that it doesn’t smell right. Mum says there is not a great deal we can do about that, which is a shame.

Weekend plans

My weekend plans do not involve being able to move back into our bedroom. Sadly that didn’t get finished yesterday as we’d hoped. Mum says I have to help with the gardening instead. We’re going for a walk around the village first, but after that she says we have to get the grass cut. I’m really pleased the grass won’t be so long, but I wasn’t really banking on having to help. The worst part of it for me is that the apples will all be raked up. I’m going to spend the first part of the morning hiding as many as I can carry, so they will be available to eat later.

Missing my sister

I have to be honest, I’m really missing my sister Valeria. Oh, I know I’m close to Tosca, but it’s the running I’m missing. It’s the chasing after sticks and running like the wind. There is nothing so good as racing full speed, or at least as fast as you can go at the age of nine, across the mountain. Much as I love my new mural, it just doesn’t cut it when I want somewhere to run.

Love

Wilma

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