Truly English
Now I know summer is on its way in. We have had two warm days in succession and I am already wilting and croaky with pollen-related sniffles and such like. I always assumed that as I got older I would discover new interests and pass times. I did not anticipate these manifesting themselves in collecting hay fever pills and ensuring that I remain well stocked with disposable hankies.
I guess the protective layer of tar is well removed from my lungs and other tubing now, so there is nothing between my pipes and the outside world, so here I am: Sir Sniffle of Congestion.
Be that as it may, I am beginning to think that I should put away the black jeans and the tweed jacket (it’s not as if, hand on heart, they match anyway, though I have never let anything as paltry as colour co-ordination ruin my day) and dig out instead the chinos and pale jacket. The irony of course, is that I have donated my panama hat to the charity shop, so a proper Sydney Greenstreet impression is out of the question. That said, I do have a rather tatty, though better fitting panama rolled up in the bedroom drawer or somewhere.
However it turns out, I shall have to think of ways of remaining cool on my way to and from work every day. This is a lesson I have to relearn every year since my memory discards everything useful on the subject as soon as temperatures start to decline and I can gratefully clutch at a jumper and over coat. I pointed out to colleagues that I like the temperatures of winter, but with the daylight of summer. One of them suggested that I want my cake and eat it.
Yes. With cherries on top, please.
I guess the protective layer of tar is well removed from my lungs and other tubing now, so there is nothing between my pipes and the outside world, so here I am: Sir Sniffle of Congestion.
Be that as it may, I am beginning to think that I should put away the black jeans and the tweed jacket (it’s not as if, hand on heart, they match anyway, though I have never let anything as paltry as colour co-ordination ruin my day) and dig out instead the chinos and pale jacket. The irony of course, is that I have donated my panama hat to the charity shop, so a proper Sydney Greenstreet impression is out of the question. That said, I do have a rather tatty, though better fitting panama rolled up in the bedroom drawer or somewhere.
However it turns out, I shall have to think of ways of remaining cool on my way to and from work every day. This is a lesson I have to relearn every year since my memory discards everything useful on the subject as soon as temperatures start to decline and I can gratefully clutch at a jumper and over coat. I pointed out to colleagues that I like the temperatures of winter, but with the daylight of summer. One of them suggested that I want my cake and eat it.
Yes. With cherries on top, please.