January, February, March, April . . ."No. No. No!" I said.
Tetrapilotomos' reaction: brows forming a questionmark.
"It has neither to do anything with politics, nor with language and literature."
"It's part of Omnium", said Tetrapilotomos. "Isn't it politics that your 83-years-old mother-in-law is demonstrating to her neighbours - and thus to the world - that she is ready for another season?
And isn't it lovely to make a joke about her "unspeakables", and she would wholehearted laugh about her wicked son-in-law?"
Sometimes, I repeat: sometimes I do like my friend.
Dear Sean,
ReplyDeleteToday in Istanbul 35 degrees..(((
regards
And I am sitting here, wearing an Aran and pleading for heat exchange. Keep cool, Hans. :)
ReplyDeleteOnly 27 degrees today and sunny, but it was cold last night. This photograph reminds me of my childhood, where my mother would optimistically hang out clothes and hopefully within a week, they would be pretty dry. Here in Adelaide, we have no dryer and last winter I went to the laundry twice to dry clothes. Aren't we lucky and environmentally friendly.
ReplyDeleteWooaaah! Colin, sorry. Obviously I took my intention to immediately replying for the deed.
ReplyDeleteSo, on the last hours of September: Yes, this is one of the advantages living in a village. Although just a man, I can assure that clothes, being dried and freshened by the wind make a difference.
And a little update to the post: My mother-in-law satisfactorily showed that she is in possession of more "sexy underwear" than the eight [January, February, ... August] unspeakables which had been hanging on the line. :-))))))