Heavy rain is forecast later in the day so, although it is hot when we wake up, there is feeling that it is bearable as long as the rain does actually arrive. If I ever write my autobiography, I shall call it Raining Somewhere Else as this captures the very essence of Bulawayo. It can very easily build up for a storm with huge black clouds, thunder and lightning cracking away and then the very next minute dissipate into nothing. It has rained somewhere else.
John and I take the dogs for a walk at Hillside dams. There is some sort of marathon going on which fills me with dread. I hope Rolo will behave himself. If he does chase someone, I hope it's one of the runners as they could break the land speed record. At one point we come across a man and his little children and their dog.
'Rolo!' shouts the man. 'Rolo, come here and sit down!'
Why, we wonder, is he calling Rolo? We call Rolo. Rolo looks between us and the man and can't work out which way he has to go. The man's dog gets frantic, jumping around, eager to come bounding over.
'Rolo!' the man commands again. 'Sit down!'
There are two Rolos. Two Rolos at Hillside dams. I think our Rolo is by far the genuine article though.
In the afternoon, it rains. It pours. Sian and Ellie run outside and jump around until they are absolutely soaked. Poor Rolo can't handle the thunder at all and is very on edge. He follows me around everywhere with a look that says he is under siege. We give him some rescue remedy which helps to a certain extent, but he is not a happy dog. It rains so much that parts of the garden are under water. It actually brings tears to my eyes. It has been SO hot and the rain is so very welcome.
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