Is it customary that the August bank holiday weekend always starts with a bad weather?
Instead of a glorious climax of the summer 2013, despondency hangs in the air. It is like watching a funeral procession of the summer, isn’t it? Is this rain a weepy send-off for the death of summer?
Oh well, let’s pray that the weather will improve as forecasters predict…
This morning, Hubbie herded up me and Mr.B and nudged us towards the caf like a sheep dog.
Yeah, I hear you. You want your egg & toast!
I just rolled out of bed with my hair being messed up like a bird nest, therefore, I was not entirely presentable.
As we settled in their Formica table, a girl came and took our order.
‘Oh no, you cut your hair!’ She exclaimed. ‘I preferred your hair as it used to be’. Oh dear.
Apparently, she thought I could look as young as her with my old hair – She was in her early twenties, by the way.
Sporting an embarrassed smile, I dodged her further probing enquiry.
First of all, I am OLD and wouldn’t even dare to try looking as young as her.
*AHEM* Hubbie nervously cleared his throat.
He was apprehensive of my reaction to her comment. I reassured him that everyone was entitled to his/her opinion and I was ok with it.
We sipped our tea and watched endless ripples appearing in the paddle outside.
Then, our breakfast was brought out.
As we munched on our egg & toast, the sky brightened slightly and the raindrops turned smaller.
Maybe, just maybe, the summer will glance back at us tomorrow and give a huge grin in the shape of sunshine?
Oh please, don’t end the summer like this…