Today heralds Prince Charles’s twenty-ninth birthday.
A downpour struck shortly before three post meridiem on this humid day that bore a maximum temperature of thirty-one degrees Celsius. On the way home from work I listened to the music that was being played by Keith McGowan on 2UW.
I helped “Dad” carry what he described as their “old” kitchen table, and the six chairs that accompany it, up the steep incline at the western end of their house, and loaded it into his red Valiant ‘Town And Country’ utility.
We unloaded the setting at our place, but not before I had experienced his vehicle’s new air-conditioning for the first time. He took away the aged, far lighter table and chairs that we had been using. “Mum” also delivered her old electric tin-opener for us to have.
After I had assisted Tiki to hang out the washing, and we had consumed dinner, she insisted that we partook of our daily walk. Although we had had the portable fan — that Tiki’s aunt, Ruth, had given to us — on during dinner, a chill wind blew strongly by the time we arrived home at five past eight.
We aren’t going to watch television tonight.