“As I sat in the bath tub, soaping a meditative foot and singing, if I remember correctly, ‘Pale Hands I Loved Beside the Shalimar,’ it would be deceiving my public to say that I was feeling boomps-a-daisy.”
Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit by P.G. Wodehouse
I love a good transferred epithet. I spent a restless night. I hauled my embarrassed bikini out of the cupboard. It’s happy hour.
They say a lot about my life.
Today this schvitzing summer was broken a little by a cool breeze and some welcome rain (did you see what I did there?). Many South Africans dub England ‘Mud Island’ and complain constantly about cold wet weather …
But Hubby will tell you that’s all lies and propaganda. Certainly, this summer has been a scorcher. I have the rings under my eyes and the dopy look to prove it – chilled cider has been my only ‘salvation’.
Frankly (my Chinese neighbour’s favourite phrase is ‘to be frank’), I’m relieved.
I’m relieved that Sir E and Lady H’s allotment is being watered – not by my priming the borehole pump to fill a 10l watering can 15 times over the course of an hour – but by the heavens themselves. I’m relieved that tonight I will surely find cool, calm sleep. I’m relieved to be sipping a hot cup of tea while watching the rain outside. I’m relieved I didn’t get caught in the downpour.
Talking about thirsty weather, last week I heard the sad news that the fires in South Africa last month completely destroyed a beautiful eco lodge called Phantom Forest.
Hubby and I spent two nights there on our honeymoon 😦
Phantom Forest is a cluster of tree houses, high up in the forests of the Knysna Heads. It’s just you and … the monkeys, mozzies, butterflies, birds and various other mites and beasts.
Hubby still regales (to anyone who will listen) the story of how he protected me from a prowling Vervet monkey who he thought had got into our room, but which in actual fact was staring menacingly at us through the glass and pacing along our balcony.
The photo above of the red flower, was posted by Phantom Forest following some recent rain in the area.
So, to all the moaners, humph-ers, “It’s always raining”-ers and “typical English weather”-ers … let’s just try and take a moment to be grateful.
P.s. Did you watch the 5 set epic Nadal vs Müller game last night? Wowsers! I don’t know how they managed to stay standing (playing) in that heat for nearly 5 hours. Did you know? The longest set ever played in Wimbledon was in 2010 – Isner vs Mahut. The score for that set was 70-68 to John Isner. The set took 11 hours 5 minutes to play. #truestory
P.p.s. Despite following the sign, we did not find the giant cabbage.
P.p.p.s. Last year, you may remember, I did get caught in the rain.
P.p.p.p.s. I have to admit I broke my own rule, quoting from a book I haven’t read. There were many P.G. Wodehouse books in my Grandpa’s bookshelf – I certainly read snippets. Forgive me, but I couldn’t help sharing this delightful quote with its ever-so-clever transferred epithet. #mustreadlist
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Summer weather in England is never predictable and likewise our spring and autumn and winter days can be full of surprises.I love the variety and the traditional chat ‘about the weather’ that is a central talking point.Is it Pimms O’clock yet or Cider hour?x