Rain, rain go away
Ah well, I didn’t for one moment imagine that the Indian summer could last for ever.
Had 2 days of good weather.
Mustn’t grumble. Musn’t complain. Must be British and stiff upper lip-pish and accept that the grey rainy weather I see outside is here to stay.
We are heading off to lunch soon with Gill and Alan – “we” being daughter dearest, Liz and your blogger-in-chief. Doubtless, we will talk about India, since that is where our hosts are heading in a week or two, to stay with us.
Have been reading the English papers with fascination, and not a little envy. You see, with most of the papers here, you get a free gift most days, so I am being totally intellectually lazy, and buying my daily paper simply for the freebie. The “Daily Mail” has been giving away a CD of a classic film each day, so guess what I have been reading ? How nice it would be to receive a free Bollywood CD every day, back in Delhi.
Although the papers here aren’t unintentionally dotty, the way the Indian papers sometimes are, there is still lots of fabulous stuff on offer for an intrepid seeker after the weird and wonderful .
Like the gardening section in one weekend paper I have just read. Firstly, you have to love the three different topics covered :
“Sow winter salads under cover
Pruning blackberries
Seasonal bonfires”
Just so, so timelessly English, for goodness sake.
The bonfire reference is, of course, because on Thursday it’s Guy Fawkes, or Bonfire Night. The article makes perfect sense, but it’s so dreamily, hopelessly English. First you build your bonfire, then and I quote, “A couple of days before lighting, dismantle the bonfire to rescue any creatures that may have taken refuge. Expect to find toads, frogs, mice and even the odd hedgehog.” I find all of that so solidly English and I love it and applaud it, but where on earth do people find the time to build a bonfire, and then dismnatle it,and then re-build it ? All in the pouring rain ?
There was also an amazing article about policemen being warned against the dangers of slipping on damp autumn leaves. When I find it, after sifting through the mounds of weekend supplements and magazines (try not to think about the rainforests), I shall tell you more about these unforeseen dangers of English life.
Remember I told you yesterday about the yobs protesting against shariah law, standing outside a pub, singing football style chants ? Well one of them posed obligingly for me, and here he is :
The fellow below is altogether more agreeable. We met in the park yesterday.
hello . we too want free classic movie CD’s so read a lot of daily mail