“I’m still waiting for global warming to kick in.”
“Not half. It’s been a long winter.”
British weather offered conversation for every situation. Our new neighbours—four small children and a dog—moved in last week. We watched, half-hidden behind curtains, as they installed a trampoline in their garden.
It had been cold and wet ever since.
“How old are your wee ones?”
“The twins are three, Alex is five and Karly’s six.”
The four of them had appeared, fanning out behind their dad. They regarded me coolly, shaking their head when told to say hello.
War was silently declared.
“Not half. It’s been a long winter.”
British weather offered conversation for every situation. Our new neighbours—four small children and a dog—moved in last week. We watched, half-hidden behind curtains, as they installed a trampoline in their garden.
It had been cold and wet ever since.
“How old are your wee ones?”
“The twins are three, Alex is five and Karly’s six.”
The four of them had appeared, fanning out behind their dad. They regarded me coolly, shaking their head when told to say hello.
War was silently declared.
