The man on the radio thumps away on his table top and throws on tune after tune, tucks into sent in treats and slurps away on a large cup of 'tay'. Weatherwise we're just riding the tail of Storm Ernesto ... so no point in grabbing 'the umbrella', best to just hold onto your hat. The traffic lady warns drivers of debris on the roads before kicking back with chocolate and the man on the radio to the strains of Midnight Cowboy.
Today's groaner: What is a sock's favourite sci-fi film? ... The Toe-minator ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!
Yep, you've guessed it, the shiny metropolis is calling once more. Thought I'd throw up a thrilling picture of one of the car parks I get to sit in. More interesting than some of them, but oh good grief, anything that's planted is done in a line. Regimented evergreens as a nod to the rural.
Very soon there'll be the endless sound of the leafblowers both here and at home as the trees have the temerity to shed their finery. The Emerald Isle is as obsessed with those as lawnmowers. I watch with wry amusement as people struggle up and down with the huge leafblower 'backpack' like strange bumble bees ... performing crazed pattern after crazed pattern as the leaves blow this way and that. Must be the fumes.
There are woodlands nearby and, one day, I fully expect to find these same people, leafblowers strapped on, as they go for their orderly Autumn walks. My childhood memories are of kicking through the leaves, hearing them crackle beneath my feet ... can't help but wonder what memories the leafblower lunatics have.
Thursday, Thursday, Thursday and old Frankie boy is singing about a summer breeze ... the summer, such as it was, is slipping away. I'd best grab another coffee ...














