I had a bit of a shock when I arrived home this evening. I thought I had wandered into a wormhole or something, experienced some sort of temporal displacement. As far as I was aware it was May, Springtime. Obviously I was mistaken, it must be January. I got out of the car and found, to my surprise what looked like snow, all along the bottom of the wall of my house. I touched it. It felt cold and wet like snow does, but how could it be here, in May. Then all of a sudden it started to hail quite heavily. I then realised that the ‘snow’ was probably the remains of an earlier hail shower that I had missed. But hail in May? What’s that all about then? It isn’t even that cold here at the moment.
I went into the house and I could hear the sound of it battering down on the roof and windows. I quite like the sound, but I can’t get over the randomness of the weather at the moment. It’s mad!
Finally it has stopped. I was hoping for nice weather tomorrow as I am going out for the day to start the bank holiday weekend off. Looks like rain probably. Oh well. You can’t let the weather stop you doing what you want to do.
Since what i want to do is curl up under a blanket and plan our Proust related lesson plan, yes, I would love to have bad weather. Could you send me some Julian?
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Well, if you have the blanket, I have the bad weather 🙂 And Proust, well I suppose he can come too, but only because he is dead!
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lol. He shouldn’t be much trouble:)
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He’d probably just want to talk about his damn book! We know, you wrote some great literature, but don’t go on Marcel, give someone else a chance…
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Lol indeed. These boring literary types, honestly.
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I know. No fun at parties either.
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We would so be in the corner with our books not noticing anyone else was getting ripped and dancing on the tables
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That’s what a party is all about isn’t it. Having fun and enjoying yourself. I admit our means of enjoying ourselves may be considered kind of exotic for your usual run of the mill party 🙂
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Dead poets society
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I prefer the Dead Authors Society!
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Lol good point, I’m not much of a poet
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That’s not true. You have written some excellent poems.
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Like and follow I will (Yoda voice)
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Well thank you kindly.
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