Grey light — and probably a crazy blackbird — woke me this morning, unable to breathe through my nose. I made myself a mug of Earl Grey (black, couldn’t be bothered looking for lemons) and went back to bed, to doze fitfully, dreaming of missing brothers and daisy chain bracelets.
With sunshine streaming in, sky broken by a single contrail, I was rudely forced out of bed to make coffee. I know there’s a party this evening, but all I wanted was another five minutes with the cool side of the pillow.
Coffee pot on, checked email. A message from Martin about Friendfeed rooms for an up-coming event. I considered telling him to check the conversation with Maxine and Corie, and opened Friendfeed.
Imagine my state of mind when I was greeted by this:
I think I need that coffee. Or at least a stiff (shut up) drink.
We just erected our garden table’s sun parasol for the first time this year – hooray! A bit confused why the weather is so nice on a Bank Holiday Weekend, but coping with the anomaly somehow.
It’s something to do with his hot chick-on-chick action. Missing links need not apply.
That must be it.
I’m wondering whether we might need the patio heater (‘patio’. Hah) this evening, but I’m pretending not to notice the weather, in case it sees me and turns damp.
All is explained here – or will be, when I have downloaded the photos.
Um. Interesting site, Henry.
How odd
It looks like the weather held! I am hoping for a downpour tonight, though, for the garden.
Hum. Garden needs water, but rain means snails. Hum.
That really is teh ph3earsomeness for the first thing you see on a Saturday morning.
I put milk in Earl Grey tea. Yes, I know, and I don’t care.
It’s been warm here recently, but Victoria Day Sunday (that would the the 17th, which I think is the weekend before your Bank Holiday weekend, yes?) was bloody.freezing.cold. At 9 AM, it was about 3 degrees and incredibly windy, heading for a high of only about 10 and still windy.
What’s wrong with snails, anyway?
I heart milk in Earl Grey tea. But not snails.
You don’t like milk in your snails?
I used to get very uppity about people putting mil in Earl Grey or water in whisky or snails in their milk, but these days I’m a lot more relaxed. If you like it, that’s fine by me.
Surely you’re joking, Mr. Feynman.
I think I’m allergic to something in Earl Grey tea, possibly the bergamot? The last two times I had some, I instantly felt sick, turned greenish-pale, and broke out in cold sweat. I stopped trying after that. (I am interested to see that it has applications in certain types of witchcraft.)
Richard, sorry for the rude shock in the morning.