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Wasps and Weather
Jul. 20th, 2006 03:34 pmThanks for all the greetings! (Says Aw shucks, scuffles foot in dust (dust? I vacuumed this floor just last week!) & performs other actions indicative of false modesty.)
The wasp(s) seem(s) to have (oh, why not) buzzed off, leaving six shelf-bracket holes plugged with mud behind which nightmarish Alien-type activities will doubtless commence once the eggs hatch. If I could feel sorry for froghoppers, I would; but I can't and I don't so I won't. (Scans last sentence. Yeah, makes sense. Sort of.)
Meanwhile the promised thunderstorms have failed to appear and break the stickiness of the weather; these thunderstorms have been promised since Monday, but since this is Ireland, they'll probably arrive on Friday. That's right, just in time for the weekend. Odd how no matter what the weather does, people complain about it: if it was raining there's be a chorus of "Oh dear, why can't we have proper summer weather", but since we've got proper summer weather the chorus is "Oh dear, it's far too hot" - despite the fact that to get weather like this, members of the chorus will pay/have paid to stand in crowded airline queues and sit in cramped aeroplane seats. Maybe sunshine has to cost money before it's appreciated.
I, however, appreciate it in heaps and bundles, especially when it's free. (One of my favourite "f" words.) So I'm going to leave Colonel Blood trying to explain why he made off with the Crown Jewels, and Aldric Talvalin about to single-handedly face down a squad of the Prefect's Bodyguard (yeah, I'm working on both at once, that way if I get bored with Restoration England I can always go to Alba) and I'm going to take the bike out for a spin.
BTW, I think the person who invented Gel-filled saddles deserves a medal.
The wasp(s) seem(s) to have (oh, why not) buzzed off, leaving six shelf-bracket holes plugged with mud behind which nightmarish Alien-type activities will doubtless commence once the eggs hatch. If I could feel sorry for froghoppers, I would; but I can't and I don't so I won't. (Scans last sentence. Yeah, makes sense. Sort of.)
Meanwhile the promised thunderstorms have failed to appear and break the stickiness of the weather; these thunderstorms have been promised since Monday, but since this is Ireland, they'll probably arrive on Friday. That's right, just in time for the weekend. Odd how no matter what the weather does, people complain about it: if it was raining there's be a chorus of "Oh dear, why can't we have proper summer weather", but since we've got proper summer weather the chorus is "Oh dear, it's far too hot" - despite the fact that to get weather like this, members of the chorus will pay/have paid to stand in crowded airline queues and sit in cramped aeroplane seats. Maybe sunshine has to cost money before it's appreciated.
I, however, appreciate it in heaps and bundles, especially when it's free. (One of my favourite "f" words.) So I'm going to leave Colonel Blood trying to explain why he made off with the Crown Jewels, and Aldric Talvalin about to single-handedly face down a squad of the Prefect's Bodyguard (yeah, I'm working on both at once, that way if I get bored with Restoration England I can always go to Alba) and I'm going to take the bike out for a spin.
BTW, I think the person who invented Gel-filled saddles deserves a medal.
