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You’ve Got Mail

Here is today’s email.

To             The Citizens of the United States of America
From      Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II,
Subject  Greetings.

In light of your immediate failure to financially manage yourselves and also in recent years your tendency to elect incompetent Presidents of the USA and therefore not able to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately. (You should look up ‘revocation’ in the Oxford English Dictionary.)

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy).

Your new Prime Minister, David Cameron, will appoint a Governor for America without the need for further elections.

Congress and the Senate will be disbanded.  A questionnaire may be circulated sometime next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

  1. The letter ‘U’ will be reinstated in words such as ‘colour,’ ‘favour,’ ‘labour’ and ‘neighbour.’  Likewise, you will learn to spell ‘doughnut’ without skipping half the letters,  and the suffix ‘-ize’ will be replaced by the suffix ‘-ise.’  Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels (look up ‘vocabulary’
  2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ‘like’ and ‘you know’ is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S.English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter ‘u” and the elimination of  ‘-ize.’
  3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.
  4.  You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you’re not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can’t sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you’re not ready to shoot grouse.
  5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
  6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.
  7.  The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.
  8. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.
  9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of  known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. New Zealand beer is also acceptable, as New Zealand is pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth – see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat’s Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.
  10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys.  Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one’s ears removed with a cheese grater.
  11. You will cease playing American football. There are only two kinds of proper football; one you call soccer, and rugby (dominated by the New Zealanders). Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full Kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies).
  12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the Australians (World dominators) first to take the sting out of their deliveries.
  13. You must tell us who killed JFK. It’s been driving us mad.
  14.  An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty’s Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).
  15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Queen Elizabeth

In Search of the Bonnets

 

After Daisie and her friend had left, Maisie sat back and considered the situation.  The bonnets were mislaid, not lost.  The girls knew when they last had worn them and they were quite sure that they had been left in the taxi after arriving at Charlotte’s house.   It was now necessary to find the taxi in which they had been left.

Photo thanks to Sallyann at Photographic Memories.
Click on the picture to go to Sallyann’s post.

The two girls had been so worried that Maisie couldn’t bring herself to tell them just how upset she was at the loss.  And one of the bonnets didn’t belong to her.  Although she knew that Juliet, the owner of the other mislaid bonnet, would take the loss in her stride, she was determined to do all she could to find them

First a cup of tea and Jackson was summoned to produce one.  Then Maisie set to work to find the bonnets.  She thought it would be a simple matter to find the taxi company and a telephone was brought to her so that she could start.  But it wasn’t that simple.  Oh there was a central booking service that handled  requests for a taxi but most of the taxis were individually owned.  And many of the owners didn’t use the central service.  And while the girls thought they had ordered a regular London cab they couldn’t be sure.  They might have been in a minicab one of the thousands of unlicensed and unregulated cabs that operate in the city.

After an hour and seemingly endless calls, Maisie was no closer to finding the taxi or the bonnets.  She decided to enlist help.  Another call to her best friend, Juliet (after whom she had named her only daughter) brought reinforcements.  Juliet duly arrived clutching her cellphone and so they now had two phone lines to use.  And really what was becoming such a dreary exercise suddenly became so much more fun when she had a friend with whom to share it.

More tea and cakes were called for as Juliet hadn’t had her afternoon tea before being summoned to Maisie’s side.  Then suitably refreshed the two women set about their task.

Another call to central booking was made, this time by Juliet, who managed to elicit a fairly full list of possible taxi owners and indeed, a number for property left in taxis.  It seemed fairly obvious to Juliet that this latter was the place to start.  However, no luck there but the very helpful person on the other end of the line suggested that it might be a day or two before the bonnets were handed in.

Anther hour passed without success, but as she expected, it was much better now that Maisie had a chum to talk to in between the phone calls.

gin and tonic

By now it was 5 pm and the ladies decided that a little drink would be appropriate as payment for their hard work and they decided to continue their search the next day.  Again, Jackson was called into service and produced two very large G & Ts for the ladies.

And so began a very pleasant evening, starting with the drinks and ending several hours later with dinner in the company of Juliet’s husband at a nearby restaurant.  The two women couldn’t resist laughing at their exploits in a totally different establishment some years ago.**

To be continued….

**For more about this click here

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

And some utterly useless information on gin and tonic – According to various sources, the gin and tonic was an invention of the employees of the British East India company, who were quaffing bitter tonic water as a prophylactic against malaria.  The story goes that gin—a Dutch medicinal invention of grain spirits flavored with juniper berries—was added to the tonic water to improve the taste (!?). Did they perhaps add the lime to ward off scurvy?

 

The Bonnets – Lost

The taxi duly arrived and the two girls climbed into the back….

By now Daisie was exhausted with the music, the noise, the chatter and the dubious drinks she had consumed both at the party and at the nightclub.  She almost fell into the back of the taxi and immediately went to sleep.  This left Charlotte, who was rather the worse for drink (she had lost count of what and how many) to instruct the taxi driver to their destination.  Unfortunately, in her befuddled way she gave the driver the address of her house instead of Daisie’s.  Daisie slept through the ride only waking when Charlotte shook her as they arrived at their destination.

Charlotte paid the driver and walked rather unsteadily towards her front door with Daisie following sleepily.  The two girls entered the house and went to Charlotte’s room where they immediately fell asleep.

They were awakened the next morning by Charlotte’s mother who in turn had been awakened by Daisie’s mother who was worried when the girls hadn’t arrived home.  It had been too late to call when they arrived the night before and neither girl awoke early enough to put Juliet’s mind at ease.

After hurried breakfast Daisie departed to face her mother.  And it was then that she realised that the two bonnets they had borrowed from Maisie and her friends were missing.  Presumably still in the back of the taxi.  She was in a blue funk.**

Having unsuccessfully tried to locate the taxi and the missing bonnets, Daisie felt very low in spirits.  How was she going to tell her beloved grandmother Maisie that the two bonnets were missing?  She was not sure how she would take the news.  But, being a child of the 21st Century she decided there was nothing to do but to go and face her Grandmother and see whether together they could perhaps come up with a way of tracing the missing bonnets.

Photo thanks to Sallyann at Photographic Memories.
Click on the photo to go to Sallyann’s post.

** Note.  Thanks to Christine at Trudging Through Fog for pointing out that I had not used the word ‘blue’ in my post.  This sentence was added after that.

This is the fourth in the series about the bonnets.  If you haven’t read the earlier posts check the links – The Bonnets The Bonnets Part 2 The Bonnets Part 3.  It is also a continuation of the Hats Series.  Links to The Hats posts appear on each of the above three posts.

Trifecta tricycleAnd this last post fitted in well with Trifecta’s challenge this week and so this is my entry.  The challenge is to write an entry between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word BLUE (adjective) :
1  : of the color blue
2  a : bluish
b : discolored by or as if by bruising
c : bluish gray
3  a : low in spirits : melancholy
    b : marked by low spirits : depressing <a blue funk> <things looked blue>

If you want to try your hand at the challenge, you can find the complete guidelines on the Trifecta site by clicking the tricycle picture.

The Bonnets – Part 3.

The day of the party dawned….

The two girls were very excited.  They had all the right clothes, including hats, handbags and shoes, and were really looking forward to the party.

The day seemed to drag by.  They met for lunch and some desultory window shopping but all the time they were willing the hours to pass until party time.  It was agreed that Charlotte would come around to Daisie’s to get ready and then they would be driven to the party by Hudson, the chauffeur.  It was also agreed that they would call the house when they were ready to be picked up again, or if it was after midnight, they would get a taxi home.  Charlotte was to spend the night and so the girls would be together at all times.

And now it was time to get ready.  Much giggling and hilarity accompanied the getting dressed and Juliet, Daisie’s mother joined in.  Some of clothes that came from Maisie’s she remembered seeing all those years ago when her mother dressed to go out.  And she was a trifle wistful remembering when she too was excited about going to a party with her friends.

The car was brought around and Hudson was given strict instructions by Juliet not to leave the girls until he saw them safely into the house.  Juliet was a little concerned at the thought of the two girls in an unknown house in an unknown district.  But she consoled herself with the thought that while Daisie might appear to be flighty she was really a very sensible young woman.

When they arrived the party was in full swing. Loud music and very loud voices. So many people were there that it was difficult to hear oneself speak and as for finding anyone in the throng..well that was almost impossible.

Almost immediately, the two girls got separated and each was pulled into a group, given a glass of suspicious looking punch, offered cigarettes and some other dubious things and didn’t see each other again for some time.

There was dancing and somebody had produced a karaoke machine with 1950s songs and everybody had to take a turn at the microphone.  The two girls were really enjoying themselves.  Around 1am Daisie, being the most sensible of the two, thought they should go home.  But Charlotte was with a group who were going on to a nightclub and she wanted them both to go with them.

Somewhat reluctantly, Daisie agreed, and the group set off in several cars.  Once again the girls were separated.  The noise at the club was even louder than it had been at the party and Daisie quickly developed a headache and decided that she just had to go home.  But Charlotte was not ready to leave.  There was a slight argument between the two.  Daisie was well aware that her mother thought the girls were still at the party and didn’t know how she would react if she knew they were at a somewhat sleazy nightclub.

After some pleading, Daisie managed to persuade Charlotte to leave with her.  They declined the offer of a lift home in somebody’s car – how much had they all drunk that night – and called for a taxi.

It duly arrived and the two girls climbed into the back….

Photo thanks to Sallyann at Photographic Memories.
Click on photo to go back to Sallyann’s Post.

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My Name is Jane

As one gets older one is concerned about health issues but for me it is mental issues that worry me most.  My mother suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease during the latter years of her life and I wonder if it is inherited and passed down to the children.

Definition of Alzheimer’s – Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive, degenerative disorder that attacks the brain’s nerve cells, or neurons, resulting in loss of memory, thinking and language skills, and behavioral changes.

I recently read this blog from Nancy at Spirit Lights the Way and began to think what it must be like to be in a situation where you really don’t remember or know who or where you are.  This is my attempt to put it into words:

My Name is Jane, I think.

They’re calling me Jane
Is that who I am
I am perfectly sane
but I don’t know their plan.

I look in the mirror and what do I see
Someone who vaguely resembles me
But why am I here and why all the tears
They are beginning to scare me, what is there to fear?

 It seems like only yesterday I knew who I was and
Proud, strong and upright my life in my hands.
But now you tell me that isn’t so
Well if I am not me then where did I go?

 I remember a time when my children were small
But yesterday and last week I know not at all
Where did those days go and why am I here
I wish you could tell me why did they disappear?

This young woman calls me Mother but I don’t know her at all
She looks kind of familiar, lovely smile, soft hands and all
And the young boys with her they are calling me Gran
But again I don’t know them why are they taking my hand?

Perhaps I knew her when I too was young
When life was before me and everything was fun
And losing one’s self wasn’t even thought of then
So how could I have landed here – is this the end?

 I think I know you – are you a nurse
And where are you taking me, I know the way
Well I did before this curse
Came upon me and befuddled my mind
And now I feel that I have left me behind.

But I am still me though I can’t make you hear
I’m still your mother and hold you all dear
What’s that you say my name is Jane
And I really feel that I’m perfectly sane.

But they’re calling me Jane
Are they talking to me
Is that my name and
Who I used to be?
Judith Baxter Blogger, mother, grandmother and friend.
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Look Who’s Coming To Dinner

The wait is over.  A parcel arrived today.  Unceremoniously dumped on the verandah at the front door – well the postman didn’t know that it contained a precious cargo – Andy the Armadillo.

What's in the box

What's in the box? Wait is something moving in it?

Are you up to the play on Andy and his travels around the world?  Well Lenore Diane in Woodstock, Georgia traded some Smoked salmon (well she thought that was what it was) for an armadillo at a White Elephant Gift Exchange.  She then came up with the idea of his travelling to various places.  He visited K8did in Florida and after some time and an exciting visit he went on to visit Georgette in Texas.  Here he had plenty of excitement and a massive sugar hangover.  No wonder the little chap looked a trifle peaky by the time he arrived here.

Making friends

Lotte in her inimitable fashion greeted this new friend and made him feel at home.

Lotte and Andy

She showed him around her favourite places in the garden

Sharing dinner

She offered to share her dinner not knowing whether Armadillos ate chicken

Andy and a cheese sandwich

Not really liking the chicken, Andy decided to check out my toasted sandwich

Andy and book

Then he became interested in the book I was reading. Can armadillos read?

Andy and the gnome

Then he had a stroll around the garden

Lotte and Andy on chair

And after all the excitement of the day he decided to join Lotte in a postprandial snooze.

Tomorrow Andy will start her Wandering in Wellington and Lotte and I shall report back to you.

And just to remind you that according to Will Cuppy

Armadillos make affectionate pets, if you need affection that much.

I’ll report on that too!

It’s Six Word Saturday Again

Six word Saturday button

It’s Saturday again so here we go.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

Only barbecue this summer with friends!

At Easter holiday weekend we were enjoying lunch at the beach with friends when somebody mentioned barbecues and one of us said that he hadn’t used his barbecue this summer.  I have written and moaned often recently about our dismal summer so this wasn’t too surprising.  I don’t possess a barbecue so I didn’t enter the conversation on this subject.

However, it was decided that we would fire up the barbecue today and invite those friends and another couple for dinner.

Vegetables

So we agreed that I would prepare the vegetables and today we have been to the market to buy them.  They really are so much fresher than those in the supermarket and look so good.

Potatoes dish

This is my stand by dish that uses all and any vegetables with the potatoes.   I make it like Au Gratin Potatoes but put other vegetables in the mix.  This is also great because I have only one dish to clean up and it is always a success.

Today along with the potatoes we shall have cauliflower, leeks, onions, and zucchini/courgettes.  A great accompaniment to the steak and sausages on/off the barbecue.

Often when I am on my own, I make this dish as a main course.  Filling and very tasty.  If you haven’t already tried it do so.  Let me know how you get on.

And still no sign of Andy.  Where could he have got to?  I wonder if he would like this vegetable dish. 

And noodling (my sister’s word) around the internet today I
found this gem in an article in  Time Health of April 27 2011

“Armadillos — the armored placenta mammal found throughout much of the South. You probably imagined that, at worst, the threat posed by armadillos would be to your car by becoming roadkill, but that’s not all. According to a new study in the New England Journal of Medicine, armadillos may actually be spreading leprosy to human beings. “There is a very strong association between the geographic location of the presence of this particular strain of M. leprae [a strain of the bacteria that causes leprosy] and the presence of armadillos in the Southern U.S.,” said Stewart Cole, the head of the Global Health Institute at EPFL in Switzerland and a lead author on the paper. “Our research provides clear DNA evidence that the unique strain found in armadillos is the same as the one in certain humans.”

Perhaps somebody at border control has seen this item.  Oh oh – I worry for poor Andy.

Photo courtesy Georgette Sullins at Andy's last stopover

Looking for Andy

Lotte and I have been waiting patiently for the arrival of Andy the Armadillo.  Andy belongs to Lenore Diane and she is letting him roam around the world visiting her blogging friends.   He is coming all the way from Georgette’s place in Texas to visit us here in Wellington, New Zealand.

Lotte

Well where is he?

Lotte has agreed that provided he doesn’t take up too much space and doesn’t snore he can share her comfortable space on Mama’s bed.  There will be room or both of them.

Lotte

According to Wikipedia “Armadillos are prolific diggers with sharp claws. Many species use their sharp claws to dig for food, such as grubs, and to dig dens.”  Lotte certainly won’t like it if Andy decides to dig in the bed.  Or maybe he will want to sleep on her favourite chair, or on her rug in front of the fire.  But he looks like a cheerful chap and no doubt they will sort themselves out.

Visitor visa

Georgette told us that she had sent Andy on to us several days ago.  We have a visitor’s visa in place for him; Georgette organised his passport and so all should be well.

The only thing I can think that may be holding up his delivery to us is that somebody thinks that our small friend should go into quarantine.  Here in New Zealand we are manic about protecting our shores.  When we first arrived in New Zealand some 40 plus years ago, our Cocker spaniel had to come by sea – some 6 weeks – because of the quarantine laws here.  I understand that these have been relaxed over the years.  But still..

Pet Quarantine

OMG do you think somebody thinks that we are smuggling unwanted pets into the country.  Poor Andy will never survive this.

 

Border patrol

Perhaps the parcel looks suspicious.  Or do you think somebody in our postal system has decided that they want this little fellow for themselves.

In any event, Lotte and I shall have to wait to hear of his arrival.  Maybe we shall have to go out to the airport to have him released from the clutches of the man spraying or the guys opening so that we can take him home with us.

No doubt he will be tired after his adventures.  Even being on the plane for so many hours will be taxing for him.  And we do know that armadillos sleep for up to 16 hours a day.  Maybe he slept all the way from Texas.

And we shall have to make sure the house is warm, the heating on all the time as we are told “Armadillos live in temperate and warm habitats, including rain forests, grasslands, and semi-deserts. Because of their low metabolic rate and lack of fat stores, cold is their enemy.”  It’s autumn/fall here and the temperature today only reached 19 degrees Centigrade.

We understand that armadillos eat beetles, ants, termites, and other insects. Well, unfortunately I have just rid the house of spiders and other bugs, so we shall have to go out and forage for Andy.

Lotte tired

Until he comes, Lotte will wait for Andy in her favourite autumn place

Meantime we will just wait for our visitor to arrive.

Watch this space for news of Andy the Armadillo.  The last thing we heard was –

Andy on the job

I’m working my way to see you soon, Judith.

What would you do?

Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.  ~Cree Indian Proverb

The slogan for the national lottery here is – “What would you do?.  What would you do if you won the big one.

Lotto logo

The two lotteries are – Big Wednesday and Lotto.  This week’s Lotto prize was won by a man from a very small town in the North Island of NZ – Te Kauwhata.  The population is around 1300 (yes thirteen hundred) and the winner of the $26 million plus prize is a check out operator in a local supermarket.  In today’s interview he said he would be back at work tomorrow but he would consider buying his first ever new car and perhaps a house.

Hopefully, NZ Lotteries Commission will help this young man manage this enormous amount of money.  We have heard stories from all around the world of major winners losing or spending all the money within a few years.Big Wednesday logo

Every week, Big Wednesday gives players the chance to win:

  • $2 million cash; and
  • a Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4; and;
  • an Audi Q7 3.0 TDI S line; and
  • a Rayglass 2200 Boat; and
  • a $675,000 cash prize towards a holiday home; and
  • a Visa Platinum Card loaded with $50,000; and
  • a $50,000 cash prize towards travel.

Every week that Big Wednesday First division isn’t struck, more cash is added until the ultimate lifestyle package is won or until the combined value of the luxury prizes and the cash jackpot reaches a combined total of $30 million.

The prize hasn’t been won for a few weeks it would be quite a prize.

Mega Millions sign

But of course this pales into insignificance when compared to the latest Mega Millions Jackpot.  We are told that 3 jackpot winners in the Friday, March 30, 2012 Mega Millions drawing: 1 from Illinois, 1 from Kansas, and 1 from Maryland.  The winners will equally share the $656 million jackpot prize.

I really hope that if my sister wasn’t one of the three lucky winners, one or more of my blogging friends was.  So what would you do if you won big?

And what do you think about these insanely huge amounts being won?  There is talk here of limiting the amounts to be won – and here in NZ we don’t pay tax on lottery winnings.  Does anyone really need $26 million, $30 million or heaven forbid $218 million.  Imagine what our local health or education boards could do with these sums.

And just because I like it so much here is the link to the lottery advert that took New Zealand by storm and gave us all  new hero  Wilson the Lotto Dog- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fER-WhFUzoA.


It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.
George Horace Lorimer, American journalist and author 1867-1937

 

 

Loonies and Twonies and Candies

Do you know what loonies and twonies are?  I have just discovered they are the $1 and $2 coins that have replaced the paper bills in Canada.

Where did I find this fascinating, earth-shattering, fascinating information?  Well I was reading a report in the Vancouver Sun describing the confusion caused when a truck crashed scattering millions of dollars worth of coins along the highway.  This has also of course, been reported in newspapers across the country.

Truck crash

Apparently when the Brink’s truck carrying the money crashed into a rock face on the side of the highway the complete load of somewhere between $C3.5 and $C5 million in coins was scattered across the highway.

This caused a chain reaction of course, and one of the casualties was a truck carrying candies.  It too lost its load over the highway.

“Crews used a one-metre round industrial magnet on a backhoe to pick up the toonies and loonies..”  And having commented that it would be an onerous task the Constable  on the scene said “I walked through the scene where there was more money than I will ever see in my whole life,” Ontario Provincial Police officer Marc Depatie with the South Porcupine detachment.

So if you have a sweet tooth are short of a few dollars head to Northern Ontario where I am sure they are still scooping up coins.

Back now to Wellington where the good weather is set to continue at least for a few more days, according to our local paper The Dominion Post.

Oriental Bay

Photo CRAIG SIMCOX/Fairfax NZ

Perfect weather in Wellington is fleeting and this could be the last opportunity to bring out the togs for many long months.  The weekend is shaping up to be sun-drenched with 18 and 19 degree highs forecast for Saturday and Sunday.  After the dismal summer we enjoyed endured, this will be a welcome change.

But the Metservice has also warned that the weather is set to deteriorate by Easter, and urged people to get out and enjoy this weekend.

And now the summer is really ending.  Daylight saving ends at 2am on Sunday April 1; is there a message in that? And the nights will draw in and fires will be lit in homes in this street.  Ah well, this weekend will be the last of the summer weather.

Rainbow

My rainbow