It's after 1 o'clock in the morning. The blinds are drawn against the inky darkness outside. It's the middle of August in the Northern hemisphere. The wind is force 6 on the Beaufort Scale. The rain is beating against my bedroom window. The wind is roaring in the chimney as the flames of the red hot coals of the gas fire project their heat into the living room. I have (very unusually) a glass of fine Armagnac warming in my hand.
I can't believe that this is summer.
I can't believe that this is summer.
Neither can I. winds strong here too. I was promised a fine day but since dawn I've had drizzle, makes a change yesterday was driving rain with a gap of an hour or so.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, here on Saturday it got to 20C. Some Winter.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds so cozy. Apparently, we received the natural heat that you are missing. It's been HOT and HUMID here in Vermont, for atleast a week *whew*
ReplyDeleteI does sound nice and cosy - but for a night in November or December!!! whats happened????
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