Another day
closer to the weekend, and goodness me they go around very fast.
Summer does
seem to have decided to stay around for a while longer. Fingers crossed it will
hang about at least until after the weekend. It is 1830 and a nice 23 degrees
outside. All he windows are open and I have even tuned on the fan. You’d hank
that with the temperature being so nice the sky would be a lovely blue, well
you would wouldn’t you. Not so here in London. Well there is blue up there but
it is murky, and closer to the horizon it is hazier and looks like there is a
big fire somewhere, but there isn’t.
I’m
reminded of something that my mother used to day about there being enough blue
up there in the sky to make a sailor a pair of trousers. Via Google I found
this
Quite
common in the East End of London when I was a boy, except it was 'trousers' and
not 'pants'. : I still hear it from time to time and it doesn't seem to be a
dead saying. I guess 'sailors' because they have always had a traditionally
blue uniform and the service is much older than air forces, which, in any case,
often started off wearing khaki, eg USAAF before it became USAF.
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