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The Good Old British Summer.
Oh! What a lovely Summer.!
Hubby insists the heating is ON.
As l look outside and what do l see/
Rain pouring down from lovely grey skies,
sweeping past all the grey buildings,
Landing on grey roads , soaked fields....
Wonderful November rain.
Oops! Silly me.! l forgot this is August.
August my favourite month
(Used to be)
Hot sun glimmering over the sea,
Cool swimming pools.
Or cool or cold showers.
Salads and delicious iced teas.
But not here in England.It thinks it is Winter.
Always and ever,each month. All the year.
OH! someone come rescue this crazy lady.........!!!!
Take me home, please where it's hot.!
And so it should be.
IT'S AUGUST, not Winter.
Oh l might as well talk to myself.
No-one can listen to me.
No-one can alter the climate.
Hang on.!!!! Isn't that what we're told we've been doing?
Climate change. Climate change.
l thought it was meant to get warmer.
What a joke. It's warmer in here,
just now, for a while....the heating is on
that's only why.!
Pity the bees and the wasps.
Where do they go?
poor little things. They know it's August.
They've no central heating.!!
They need to come here
where our heating is on, as though it's November,
Poor creatures must be
more confused than me.
August, central heating and Rain.
OH! Take me home again.
Please take me home far across the sea,
Where l can find the original "me"...
Not this grouchy woman on the settee,
But Dim, at her best... smiling
And helping all those who need help.
I'm so tired of this grey,
Will l ever find my way,
back to the REAL me.?