Where I live the long days are starting to get darker sooner. The barmy days are still here, beaming face of Sol up high, but the nights are getting chilly like your own face looking in the fridge for another cold sausage, or a fruit flavoured yoghurt, or something. So yeah, sighs all around here as our summer blows the whistle and starts it's slow shunt out of the station platform, a dropped sheet of newspaper dancing in the draft and advertising some cold remedy ... used to be sunscreen, or my favourite, bikinis, lol ! I'd look stupid in a bikini, a toll no one needs to be levied. There is no infamous Darkman, or Evening of the Year Evangelist, to herald the winter onset ... although there is time yet, for some budding graphic artist, to come up with a suitable character, as we here in the Southern Hemisphere slip voiceless into autumn. My wood bin is stacked well and full, the flue cleaned. My rabbits moult, their used fur spins in eddys around my feet ... or is it eddies ? My cats, little darlings all, even though they are all murderers, look forward to the comfort of MY bed, with it's electric blanket, topped up by the theft of stealing MY body heat. Our clocks do the forward back thing every six months, one of the only good things done by a horse faced politician here before she ruined the economy and 99% of the population's trust, but we don't need to dwell on that, you lot in America have your own political system in the orange zone, nearly in red ... if you know what those colours mean (colours is the correct spelling of what you write as color ... no, I am right, you all changed it in an attempt to divorce yourselves from your British roots ... lol, you probably spell that as routes !!)
Anyway, enjoy your oncoming summer ... you deserve it.
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Aw, you are SO lucky.
Where I live the long days are starting to get darker sooner.
The barmy days are still here, beaming face of Sol up high,
but the nights are getting chilly like your own face looking in the fridge for another cold sausage, or a fruit flavoured yoghurt, or something.
So yeah, sighs all around here as our summer blows the whistle and starts it's slow shunt out of the station platform, a dropped sheet of newspaper dancing in the draft and advertising some cold remedy ... used to be sunscreen, or my favourite, bikinis, lol !
I'd look stupid in a bikini, a toll no one needs to be levied.
There is no infamous Darkman, or Evening of the Year Evangelist, to herald the winter onset ... although there is time yet, for some budding graphic artist, to come up with a suitable character, as we here in the Southern Hemisphere slip voiceless into autumn.
My wood bin is stacked well and full, the flue cleaned.
My rabbits moult, their used fur spins in eddys around my feet ... or is it eddies ?
My cats, little darlings all, even though they are all murderers, look forward to the comfort of MY bed, with it's electric blanket, topped up by the theft of stealing MY body heat.
Our clocks do the forward back thing every six months, one of the only good things done by a horse faced politician here before she ruined the economy and 99% of the population's trust, but we don't need to dwell on that, you lot in America have your own political system in the orange zone, nearly in red ... if you know what those colours mean (colours is the correct spelling of what you write as color ... no, I am right, you all changed it in an attempt to divorce yourselves from your British roots ... lol, you probably spell that as routes !!)
Anyway, enjoy your oncoming summer ... you deserve it.
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