What was that saying they had in Ancient Rome? “The hotter the weekend, the harder the fall back to work?” Yes, I think that was it. Today was like a day back at school after a week at a festival, or a dark rainy day after a holiday abroad, or a drive in a banger after a chauffeur-driven Bentley, or a combination of all three. It was hard, and it hurt, and it made Bank Holiday Monday seem like a lifetime ago.
Moths are bloody everywhere this Summer. It’s not just my imagination, is it? Every night there’s at least ten in the bedroom and when I wake up there’s at least four on my face, two of which are mating. (At least part of that last sentence was true.)
There’s loads of them about. I know we’ve been sleeping with the windows open and my wife has a tendency to leave lights on, but even allowing for that there seem to be an extraordinary number of the winged bastards inside our house every evening. I think we’re under some kind of stealth attack. Maybe it’s the North Koreans, who as well as firing occasional ICBMs over Japan have also been training Lepidopteral assassins to deliver nightly doses of chemical weapons to the West.
It could happen.
It could be happening right now.
And speaking of animal invasions - when I walked back from the garage into the house this evening after a wee bit of drumming, I counted at least thirty slugs in our back garden, six of which were feasting on a plum that had been thrown out of the kitchen window earlier.
Nature, huh?
RC 29-8-17
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