Posted: 03/07/2012 at 23:15
I shared that dream. And then I woke up to the sound of rain pounding down, and I swear I could hear the weeds growing, too. So perhaps that was the dream as well. Or was I dreaming that I was having a dream that . . . . . ummmm lost meself there!
But it would be nice to have that sunshine. 1976 - oh, yes I remember it well. I lived in North London, and commuted to work every day to the centre of town. Hot didn't beging to describe how dreadful the journeys were. (If you've ever stood on a crowded tube train pressed up against an unsavoury armpit, you'll know just what I mean). And the city was hot, hot, hot. And the suburbs were hot, hot, hot. And the garden wilted.
The rain, once they'd appointed a drought Tsar (sound familiar?) didn't stop. And that's when I had booked my holiday.