A bit of mischief

Well, here we have it !

First sighting of an actually identifiable hand in this whole long, miserable time.

And now it can be seen for what it is, all that stuff about his hands: it’s the fingers !

They’re out of proportion, see ? – far too short for the size of the palm.

So now we know.


A short(ish) thought

and probably far from original.

I was occupied in de-tangling a ball of wool and wondering if it had already hit 39C, as forecast, when it occurred to me that I wasn’t looking forward to summer.

Instantly a song popped into my head: Steve Lawrence, I think it was, singing in his already adult years a hit song for the then teens – “Can’t Wait for Summer”. Dunno when it was, but either late ’50s or early ’60s.

The lyrics, e.g.:

Can’t wait for summer to run around in shorts;

Can’t wait for summer to play on tennis courts


Can’t wait for summer to throw away my books;

Can’t wait for summer to sort my fishing hooks

and I could only think of how utterly irrelevant these activities are to today’s teens.

Sad, ain’t it ?