It got up to 80 degrees yesterday, and the weatherwoman on TV described it as the ‘first springlike weather of the year’. Everyone was outdoors working in their gardens and enjoying the balmy temperature.
If you have been following my blog, you will know that we have moved back here from London (that’s London, England, in Yroop). Junior was raised in the East End of that fair city, and has no trace of American about him except for his passport, so that the officials at the border are forced to narrow their eyes at his subversive appearance and let him through against their better judgement. It was very brave of him to agree to move back to Nashville to help me look after Mother and Big Daddy, and in my opinion he would have skedaddled back to London a long time ago if it weren’t for the considerable charms of his girlfriend, Miss Pearl.
Now normally, he would have been with her, but she had to go up to Kentucky to fetch a hearse, and so I asked him to help me out with some gardening. After an hour of hedge trimming in the front, he came out back where I was weeding.
‘I can’t take this heat, mum’. And then he went inside, took a cold shower and had to lie down for awhile.
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