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Nice weather, strange times
What a difference a month makes. On 28 July I was grumbling about the heat - we had just had a power cut the night before which left us at the mercy of midnight heat with no breeze. We had even acquired a new fan which saw several days sterling use before the temperatures fell to more palatable levels.
Tonight, for the first time in about five months, I am wearing a sweater. Yes, folks, it's officially chilly tonight, if not downright parky. I am loving every minute of it. The Tubes are still sweltering hell-holes to travel on, and the days can still be very warm, but the evenings are now beginning to become distinctly autumnal . And we keep getting rain, too. Not enough to break the drought as yet, but enough to make it feel like England again, rather than Whetstone-upon-Malaga. Fantastic. What with significant daylight not arriving until around five fifteen in the morning and these lower temperatures I am beginning at long last to get significant amounts of uninterrupted sleep at night. Oh, late summer, how I love ye. Enough daylight to do what I want, not so much as to keep me red-eyed and weary. All I need now is curtains in the computer room to keep the early morning sun off the PC so I can check the TFL web page of a morning without having to position myself and the monitor without astronomical precision...
Changing the subject, I found out tonight that my youngest niece, Sarah-Lou now has a mobile phone. She is still a month away from her 9th birthday. Is it just me who thinks that this might be just a little over indulgent? What does an 8 or 9 year old need with a telephone, or am I just displaying further evidence of 21st century dislocation? My nephew and God son, Tom also informs me that he has not made it into college (by which I assume he means 6th form college or similar since he is only 16). I swear he sounded pleased about that. He never had much academic ambition and wants to be a chippy, though I would prefer he trained up as a plumber if he is going to be a tradesman - I'm not so sure that wood working is steady enough work. Even so, I wouldn’t have thought that dismal GCSE results is a cause for celebration.
I'm getting old; I do not understand and it's not as if he is stupid or anything.
Poot. Ah well.
Tonight, for the first time in about five months, I am wearing a sweater. Yes, folks, it's officially chilly tonight, if not downright parky. I am loving every minute of it. The Tubes are still sweltering hell-holes to travel on, and the days can still be very warm, but the evenings are now beginning to become distinctly autumnal . And we keep getting rain, too. Not enough to break the drought as yet, but enough to make it feel like England again, rather than Whetstone-upon-Malaga. Fantastic. What with significant daylight not arriving until around five fifteen in the morning and these lower temperatures I am beginning at long last to get significant amounts of uninterrupted sleep at night. Oh, late summer, how I love ye. Enough daylight to do what I want, not so much as to keep me red-eyed and weary. All I need now is curtains in the computer room to keep the early morning sun off the PC so I can check the TFL web page of a morning without having to position myself and the monitor without astronomical precision...
Changing the subject, I found out tonight that my youngest niece, Sarah-Lou now has a mobile phone. She is still a month away from her 9th birthday. Is it just me who thinks that this might be just a little over indulgent? What does an 8 or 9 year old need with a telephone, or am I just displaying further evidence of 21st century dislocation? My nephew and God son, Tom also informs me that he has not made it into college (by which I assume he means 6th form college or similar since he is only 16). I swear he sounded pleased about that. He never had much academic ambition and wants to be a chippy, though I would prefer he trained up as a plumber if he is going to be a tradesman - I'm not so sure that wood working is steady enough work. Even so, I wouldn’t have thought that dismal GCSE results is a cause for celebration.
I'm getting old; I do not understand and it's not as if he is stupid or anything.
Poot. Ah well.
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