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Saturday 14th July 2007 7:11 PM
It rained, it has been raining, it rains, it's raining, it's going to rain, it will rain, it will have rained. It's making me quite tense. It's midway through July and there's no sign of summer yet. I feel as though I've been hustled by Spring. I met her on a street corner in April and she showed me some daffodils, so I gave her some money, but she kept the money and never came back. I expect she's spent it on one of those 18-30 holidays in Majorca.
Tomorrow I'm going to light the fire and have an indoor British summer holiday. I'll put my shorts on and dangle my feet in a washing-up bowl of cold, salted water and watch Mark's donkey through the caravan window. I'll eat potato pie and chips, with croquettes, mash and crisps, with a baked potato on the side, and feel care-free and gay, in the old fashioned way. Temporarily freed from the daily grind of crosswords and pottering, my soul will take wings and fly, and if Mrs Abercrombie calls to collect the rent, I might ask her if she's got time for a low-key, whirlwind holiday romance over a cup of stewed tea. When evening falls I'll watch telly and imagine it's the Blackpool hallucinations.
Five minutes ago it stopped raining! I opened the window and checked for tell-tale speckles in the tractor-rut pools, and they were like glass. It was unraining! The sodden field, previously sulking, blue-tinged and bruised in the fading light, looked surprised, breathed in, and smiled. 'Aha!' I thought to myself and any passing clairaudients, 'Turning point!'
'Turning Point' is the title of a book by Fritjof Capra, about new physics and God. It's also the title of the second chapter of Denis Law's autobiography, 'Give it to me and I'll kick a good goal' and, on top of that, it's the twenty-fourth hexagram of the I Ching, the mysterious and ancient Chinese oracle.
Four minutes ago, it started raining again , about forty seconds after I said the words, 'turning point', only this time much harder. Luckily, or because I did a good deed in an earlier life, or because I went to Aldi's yesterday, I've got half a punnet of delicious giant strawberries from Scotland, sitting on my table, inviting me to eat them. After living in strawberry fields, forever hearing stories of Wimbledon, they call to me in the only way they know how. 'C'mon Tim!'
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Posted by Les Miserable , on Monday 16th July 2007, 9:42 PM
Rain is the blood of the planet. How about that one then?
Posted by Les Miserable , on Monday 16th July 2007, 9:38 PM
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