It was quiet . . . TOO quiet . . .
It was hot, too . . . TOO hot . . . and getting hotter . . .
At this time of year, the streets of Kew – even the arterials – are so deserted that most of the time you could fire a shotgun and only hit an Indian myna.
In my side street, more than half the neighbours are away – at the beach, wherever – who knows? Anyway, it’s really really quiet.
The Pub’s been a bit quiet, too. Doesn’t matter; people are more than welcome to sit in a comfortable nook and think their own thoughts.
It’s a good time to contemplate. “Normal” life will resume soon enough.
So you are all welcome to chill here, and be lazy with me.
Just remember . . . if moi is asleep . . .
(Image Credit: Quilt Inspiration)
(The Italics Fairy strikes again…)