So, fall is back to England, cold nights on program, heater on (and gas bill up);
few photo oportunities for amaterous me, of course, just in case I win the fight with my laziness to kick myself out with camera and Dori and hunt for some nice pictures… at least nice for me.
Hope you will like it as I do… can’t get myself taking good pictures recently, not much in the mood for it, and when I am, they come out strange anyways @_@ ….
Kissing the rain is a new discipline of ours. Well… actually, it just sounds like a cool name for an article and the face Dori makes is not a kiss but eventually disgusted face on my camera (“Oh mother, I didn’t hit puberty yet and you already gotta embarrass me?”).
So, no kissing of the rain, although it was partially rainy… the beautiful days went slowly away and the classic hazy, cloudy days of England came back. I call them “the chimney days” and quite understand the need of Englishmen having a chimney in every main room. Considering the amount of those inhospitable days in a year, I would love to lit a fire in our fake fireplaces and just enjoy the dancing flames and warmth coming out of it; with ours I can only take a lighter and lit a fire too, but in the gas heater the chimney contains. And that doesn’t sound romantic at all!
Další z krásných slunečných a větrných dnů. Neodolám a beru Dori do parku teď každý den, ačkoliv vím, že by si spíš měla hrát na nějaké organizované skupince s ostatními dětmi, ale Bůh ví, jak dlouho tohle počasí vydrží. Skupinky jsou lepší pro deštivé dny, a těch tu máme také požehnaně… Žádní Indové dnes v parku negrilovali, možná to bude tím, že je pondělí a my byli v Heaton Parku v poledne, kdy většina normálních lidí v produktivním věku pracuje, a tak jsme v parku narazili jen na mimina a děcka, co zahýbali za školu.
