An Indian Summer?

I love you the best

Better than all the rest

I love you the best

Better than all the rest

That I met in that summer

Indian summer

I love you the best

Better than all the rest

Of course, without the music, Krieger's hauting slide, and Manzarek blues based keyboards, and Johm Desmores stick work its does not have the magic, but this 'Indian Sumer of ours', is both needed, and sad as we have not had much of a summer, and I think that makes the current weather a tad more sad, even though we are also loving it.

As you can see above we hae a fruit, of the 'summer', but where are the rest, there should be at least 10, not 1.

OK I confess, I'm a bit of a grump at the mo, but I'm in pain, and there fore its ok.

Some creatures are having more fun.

Well its a chilli tatsing tommorrow, the penultimate one. Next weekend will be the big one, should be the big one, hopefully the gang from Dorset will pop up, if they can drag themselves away form the beach.
As I gaze to my right, through the glass, I can see the sun sinking out of sight, as it departs us, there is a chill comming down, and a hint of mist rolling through the valley. Time for a hot bath, followed by a garlic burger.

A nice day for the end of the world

A bright sunny morning greeted the doomsayers, and I'm not sure where my feelings lay, I do know that after an early breakfast, it was still there, so I went back to bed.
What i think is more important is where has the summer gone? And for those that follow tings this is being written to the sounds of the Bonzo Dog Do Da Band., more importantly a special edition of Gorilla, with a considerable amount of bonus material. Good show. Now where is the Viv Stanshall box set of the Radio !, (John Peel Session) come on Beeb; pull yourselves together.
Sir Henry will be after, pistol in one hand, large gin in the other.
It wa sthe Tomato Show on the weekend, we enjoyed the journey down there, and once the stand was up, the wind and rain kicked in, and carried on all day. I should be grateful, the weather decided to reward a wizard such as myself, by saving the heaviest downpour to when were on the road, shame about the drongoloids who isisted on driving at over 70 mph when we amart ones were doing 45 mph in the slow lane. Still we realised some point on the A303 that there were no more cars following, which made us think that they had caused a prang, stupid *******. I hope they only hurt them selves
Rant Over