Summer comes to
And greens the thick ribbon of trees
That ties the stone villages of the city.
Daisies dance on Dore lawns
Botanical gardens bloom
Heather moorland hums with bees.
And by contrast:
SUMMER in ARABY 115 degrees
I feel like a piece of toast
A barbecue roast
A restaurant broastThis heat is the uttermost.
Took Audrey shopping on Tuesday and we went out on the field service. Then I went to Beryls to meet her and Jannett so we could practise for my part in the School tonight. Aargh. I will be glad when its done. Its 3 years since I appeared in the Ministry School.
Before that, Col, Ronald and I have to clean the Kingdom Hall. And the poor Captain was called out at 1.15 this morning on an urgent search - people rescue, not whale rescue this time.