A strange day. Started out clammy, chilly, and grey. Then, with a click almost, the clouds pulled back, the sun came out and, had I not had the presence of mind to close the blinds and pull the curtains on the house, it would have turned into a solar furnace in thirty minutes. Or less.
Poor Graham was wilting down in the caravan until I told him about pulling the curtains across and he said it helped almost immediately.
It seems, if you can believe the Met. Office, that we are poised on the edge of a heatwave. Great. If that happens I shall drive out on Monday morning to do my shopping for the week before the heat of the day. And then stay home until the nastiness goes away.
I’m lucky to be able to do that.
Other than that, an uneventful day. A young man with a tartan back-pack came to deliver a leaflet begging me to bag up my old clothes and place them on the kerbside on Monday. Yeah. Like I’m willing to put the residual value of my rags straight into the hands of a commercial set up rather than pass them on to a registered and worthwhile charity. Not me, Charlie Brown, not me.
So, heatwaves, lovely sunny days, rag and bone men and Charlie Brown flitting into my memory in a cloud of pipe smoke, muttering ’May his rabbits die’. What a good old guy Charlie was.
“May his rabbits die”??? Now that’s one I’ve not been introduced to. lol
You can have some of our rain, John. It’s rained every day, except for 3 this month. In fact I was just outside weeding the garden and then was planning on mowing the lawn…we got soaked.
Can Graham put a small A/C unit in the caravan? Or even one of those portable room coolers that can be moved from space to space?
Even though I give to a reputable charity when they call of late for old clothes I tell them I’m still wearing them. And I am.
OK, I give. Who is this Charlie Brown? And what about the rabbits? My Charlie Brown was sired by Charles M. Schulz. Who’s your guy?
Sorry! He was a British photographer, very famous in his day. I worked in his darkroom/studio for a while. The only cuss he allowed himself in a world which frustrated him greatly as it changed while he stood still, was a lovely 1930s quote from a British stage musical–’May his rabbits die’.
Funny what sticks in your head, ennit?
Ah! Sharon asked the very question I was going to. That clears that up. If it were our Charlie Brown, he’d have been muttering the cuss against wicked Lucy every time she jerked the football away.
Stay cool, John!
Instead of telling them that I am still wearing them, I tell them I just bought the clothes at their thrift store. We both laugh.
I DO buy my clothes at the thrift stores. The local thrift stores have much nicer clothes than the local department stores, and I can get a lovely outfit for less than $20 and the cost of soap and ammonia.
Some people shudder at the idea, but clothes on racks in department stores have been tried on by sweaty bodies too.