It's raining. (Thunderbolts, lightning, very very frightening: 5 inches of rain in 10 minutes, and it's still 30 degrees.) And NOW they're talking about hailstones. That's round bits of ice falling from the sky in the middle of summer which, obviously, makes absolute sense.
To make matters worse, I turned into my road this morning and saw six squirrels stampeding down the middle of the road. What on earth is going on? Giant flying ants, woodpigeons in my garden and foxes that have been known, in the past, to come into my sitting room and watch television. What next? Albatrosses in the trees? Wild horses grazing freely on Brixton Hill? Wolves in Hyde Park? Shoals of flying fish over Oxford Street? I give up.
2 comments:
Blogmad hit, ding ding. :)
You have a funny blog! Alarming wildlife is my favourite kind. You have skwirls with light sabers over there too? What a coincidence....
Squirrels with lightsabers. No that I would pay money to see!
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