Friday, 7 September 2018

YEAR OF THE FROG


It rained the past few days. Spurts of shower, not enough to jeopardize movement across the city. This morning a blue sky opened up. Sunshine that was bright n' warm, enough to dry up washing on the line within two hours. Squirrels gathered for a mid-street conference on relative merits of nutty food on offer in adjoining gardens. The cranky sobered up, the sober had Tourette's.


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