
I feel the need to do what all English people do best apart from apologising, and that is to talk about the weather. Frankly the weather is messing with our minds. Having spent most of yesterday on the beach, swimming and soaking up the sun (28 degrees) we awoke last night to hear the winds whistling around the house, unable to get back to sleep for the deafening sounds, we got up and shut each window in turn in a desparate bid for a bit of shut eye, but, for each whistle eliminated a new noise was born. We eventually gave up on the one that sounded like a plastic bucket being kicked around downstairs. Weary, and late to rise this morning, I staggered bleary eyed, downstairs to make a pot of tea. I could see through the window the shrubs in the garden swaying violently in the wind. It looked like one of those days when given the choice you would easily plump for staying in and curling up by a blazing log fire with a mug full of hot chocolate and a cheese sandwich and watching your favourite "feelgood" DVD. However, on opening the patio door to let the cat out, I strolled out into the garden. It felt rather like walking into a deserted hair salon,where everyone had gone for a tea break, but they'd left every dryer in the place on hot and full strength, amazing!
When I got back to the bedroom, armed with a tray of tea, Roger explained that the wind was coming from Africa..........from the south, (howcome all blokes know these things?) then, to add insult to injury, he indicates which direction south is. Think I must be directionly dyslexic or somesuch as I can't tell my east from my elbow!! Roger says:I thought you were an East before you were a Singer?!
Off to catch up on some sleep now, at the beach, as the wind is barely a breeze and the bay is but a mill pond.
When I got back to the bedroom, armed with a tray of tea, Roger explained that the wind was coming from Africa..........from the south, (howcome all blokes know these things?) then, to add insult to injury, he indicates which direction south is. Think I must be directionly dyslexic or somesuch as I can't tell my east from my elbow!! Roger says:I thought you were an East before you were a Singer?!
Off to catch up on some sleep now, at the beach, as the wind is barely a breeze and the bay is but a mill pond.