I woke up this morning to the warning from Kate that it was windy and dusty out. And she wasn't lying.

We headed out to peruse some more consignment shops and soon I could feel the dust sticking to my skin and filling my eyes and throat. The wind was picking up and car and door alarms were being set off with its ferocity.

My shopping was limited to a book on how to retire to Mexico (written a few years ago but even then the advice was not to expect to be able to survive on a dollar a day and I'm guessing that sage wisdom remains true). I yearned for a book on the history of eggbeaters and all about collecting them but there were two editions and I couldn't choose so decided to leave them there and hope they would be in my future at some point. Weirdly I had no urge to buy any of the 100+ eggbeaters I saw. I just want to know all about them.

I head to bed early and read my new book (where I learn that if your new Mexican housemaid dies in your employ you have to pay for her burial) and listen to the rain and wind trying to remember if the Wizard of Oz was set in Arizona.