It had been raining furiously last week. One sunny Sunday morning, we went off in the car to have lunch with P's relatives when a storm burst in from nowhere and there were mini-floods in the streets. We actually went round the house a couple of times trying to find a drier place to park the car. Once we had lunch and sat idly beside the balcony, it was gone...off to rain on someone else's dinner plans, I'm sure.
Now, every morning is sunny but noon becomes dark and menacing. Evening is sultry and night is cool. We wish we had a terrace to lie down in and enjoy the starry sky and the cool breezes but a big almost-french window's good too. We keep enough distance between the drapes to be able to watch the indigo sky with the chalky clouds and a slight drizzle until our eyes close and we're mentally transported to a dream or nightmare sequence.
We have a long weekend coming up and are wondering whether we should go to the hill-stations or the beachside - all a few hours from where we live. As yet we're just pleasantly floating around thinking about just doing this on the spur of the moment. Just checking train and bus schedule's driving us nuts. We want to drive there...but where do we drive?
This weekend I'm staying with my parents... looking forward to really letting my hair down. Can't wait until I'm on the bus, reading a paper or Mary Higgins Clark - where I've realized that most heroines are brunettes, heroes are blond and villains are, well, mysterious until the mask is pulled off and the one you're sure could never be him is him. Humm! Even better than that? Endless cups of tea once I reach.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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