Apparently April was the hottest one on record in the UK. There have been forest fires, and the rain since yesterday has been greeted with relief (even by the faculty, which was not happy about missing the sunshine, what with having to correct papers & end of term blues).
But until Wednesday, I have say this place closely resembled a Wodehousey rural idyll. Castle, lake, ducks, swans, small boats, idle men, energetic women, libraries (no Anatole, regrettably, and no ice to steal).
It allows me to make this blog a visible sign that keeps offline such rage, disbelief and annoyance I might feel about the rest of the world.
But until Wednesday, I have say this place closely resembled a Wodehousey rural idyll. Castle, lake, ducks, swans, small boats, idle men, energetic women, libraries (no Anatole, regrettably, and no ice to steal).
It allows me to make this blog a visible sign that keeps offline such rage, disbelief and annoyance I might feel about the rest of the world.
2 comments:
Sounds so idyllic! Enjoy:)
Purloin at least one necklace.
Try bacon.
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