Thursday, May 11, 2006

Lunch by the loch

Today was boiling. I mean mid-summer boiling. I burnt the back of my neck at lunch time whilst sitting on a bench having this conversation:

Whiskery old lady: och it's a lovely day
Me: it certainly is.
Whiskery old lady: It's going to snow tomorrow
Me: Is it?
Whiskery old lady: So they say. Mind you, I can forecast better than those men off the telly. I just open my curtain and look outside. I could tell you the weather. It'll snow tomorrow.
Me: Oh dear.
Whiskery old lady: I don't mind though. I've some sewing jobs to get on with.

2 Comments:

Blogger OboeJane said...

Well??? Did it snow?

9:11 AM  
Blogger rach said...

no

12:19 PM  

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