Well, Spring got kicked in the nuts by Fall once again…
Quand on est habitué à une température moyenne annuelle de 7°C, passé 15°C ça devient tropical. D’ailleurs, c’est le moment où les problèmes reviennent : les gamins jouent dans les jardins en braillant comme des ânes en rut, les mouches reviennent, il y a plein de tracteurs sur les routes, et la boue, la boue, toujours la boue…
Il fait si chaud que j’ai l’impression d’être à Cow-Lanta
I’m not kidding, even mushrooms know we are in Fall.
October has came really early this year, and my walks to work are rather unpleasant under the cold rain of these two last days.
Anyway, not only my muscles ache, but it seems I have strained my optical nerve rolling my eyes too often while listening to two incredibly stupid podcasts, the first one with mystical royalists obsessed by Joan of Arc (“the Kingdom of France, etc.”, “Free-masons governing the country, etc., ”I only worship really obscure saints that you have never heard of, etc.“, ”you know, my really prestigious ancestor did, etc.“….), the second one with some leftist stuck in the Seventies talking about his new noir novel about the dictatorships in South America (“Her mother was tortured by the police while pregnant, so the girl was in utero tortured”…). For podcasts I normally like, this was really painful.
I’ve made it. I’m wetter than a 40 year old obese mum at the Edward Cullen shirtless look-alike contest of a Twillight convention, and colder than a dead polar bear stuck in the freezer of an arctic scientific base, but I’ve made it. So apparently that god looking out for dumb people is not only real and but rather effective.
I misread the meteorological info this morning, I forgot my rain jacket AND my pull-over at home. Now I have to go back home on my bike in the storm. If there is no new post in the next two hours, I’ll let you compose my eulogy. I give you the right to insert the word “dumbass” in it.
Le joli mois de mairde
Walking to work (2016-04-27)