Melting
Apologies for the lack of posts and interaction with other blogs. Not much usually disrupts the smooth running of Small Town, but my roads are melting and my train tracks have warped. It's too damn hot.
A cooling breeze makes me think that tomorrow will be more bearable, so expect activity in the near future.
I wish I was a cat. It looks cool on that damp soil behind the plant pots, next to the herb garden.
5 comments:
"I wish I was a cat"... are you sure? can't be much fun wearing a fur coat in this weather!
Good point. Maybe that fur coat thing is why after breakfast they lie down in a cool spot in the garden and then don't move for twelve hours.
If you were a cat you'd come and piss in my hallway so I'm very pleased you're not.
Yes, Hot innit. Even in Glasgow :o)
I'm sure I would not piss in your hallway! I would do it in a plant pot. I do have some standards you know.
Charlie has said many times that he loathes cats.
I am of course, enjoying winter Down Here and the four cats are jostling each other in front of the fire.
Wet scarf round the neck is a good coolant on those days over 100 degrees (Perth in Western Australia sometimes has 10 consecutive stinking hot days over 100).
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