It’s a beauteous sunny day in Nairne, in South Australia’s sunny Adelaide Hills.
Beauteous, but I’m not suggesting that it’s warm or anything approaching warm, however I have a jumper and am sitting wearing it with the house’s doors and windows open – Celebrating winter.
A cooling breeze, with “a taste of spring-time on its lips”, has come in playing with my aged whiskers.
Because I am a caring and sharing senior citizen, I am sharing beautiful strains of classical music with the neighbours
(OK – it’s not “classical” per se, but rather Robert Plant [“Pictures At Eleven”]),
but “classical” sounds so much more sophisticated and fitting for an aged and sophisticated gent such as myself (and that album is a classic of its kind.)
I wonder what the poor people are doing?
… probably, like me, they are wondering how to pay both the Council Rates AND the electricity bill both due this month.
“Down at the station where the trains come in”
… all is well, and time for a (low carb) sandwich and a cup of tea.
Ahhh – nice!