"How much is that doggie in the window?"

Many people will be too young to remember this song - a slightly irritating novelty song from the 1950's. It has just become my earworm, starting at the second verse:

"I must take a trip to California"

That's what the younger daughter said, and went to visit her brother.

Goodness only knows when she will be home; she was supposed to fly back this coming Wednesday, but even if the planes do fly, there will be just a few in front of her in the queue.

I'm not looking to see the promised postcard any time soon, either.

It is a funny feeling; I know she is perfectly safe, but . . . .

Our cars looked rather mucky yesterday morning - just where the condensation had dried off, and left a bit of a rash of dust. So I guess it has started coming down. I have seen worse when there was a great windstorm in north Africa, which picked up the dust and rained it on us.