Maybe even hotter, but a high pollen count.
Swifts seem to be abandoning the UK as the summer hath all too short a day and is soaking wet. There hasn’t been enough in the way of insects for them, so they are returning to Africa, faster than Polish migrant workers are legging it back to Warsaw.
It was reported that a commercial aircraft on its way from France to Glasgow lost communication with Air Traffic control, so a Typhoon was scrambled. I could imagine the lost in translation dialogue with the pilot:
’allo, ‘allo, nous sommes ou?
Right pal, never mind that. You’re jist aboot tae be hit by a
missile and Ah doan’t mean a stick o’ rock, or an Olympian
caber. Defence is convinced that you are in cahoots wi’ the
North Koreans, who are bent on nuking us for insulting their
wimmen’s footie team, whitever that is, by flashing the
wrang flag. Git oot o’ that air space.
You had to laugh at Vince Cable trying to outdo Ann Widdecombe in the modesty department, by stating that he isn’t after George Osborne’s job. He is probably too busy training for Strictly 2. And he says he has only one job! He may find out that his costume has 50% fewer sequins in this time of austerity. If he thinks he can improve on George, or Gideon’s performance, then he’d better consult his Swarowski crystals, as nobody seems to have a clue as to how to kick start the economy. The Bollinger, Bullingden, whatever Club, might like to lead the way by consuming fewer country suppers, whatever they are.
© Candia Dixon Stuart and Candiacomesclean.wordpress.com, 2012