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.
What a strange cat
Bike to work 2016-05-21 under the searing Swiss Sun. About 17 km in under fifty minutes (I need to charge my GPS to be more precise). Sweaty, hot, hills, a few flies swallowed.
Glad that you came home alive!
Oh well, if only I had looked in my secondary bag, I would have found not only my pull-over, but also a light rain jacket, both things that would have been perfect to avoid getting drenched… But in defense of my levity, I’ve had the perfect weather when I went biking to work ; the storm waited five minutes only before the end of my shift to begin.
Neon Pink Romont
Cela s’appelle l’Aurore
– We don’t have time for that shit, Laurent. Are you going to milk us or what?