I've never forgotten.
The button presses.
The bathroom geyser that regularly exploded.
The woman that cried every night on the stairs.
That we were happy then.
I've never forgotten.
The button presses.
The bathroom geyser that regularly exploded.
The woman that cried every night on the stairs.
That we were happy then.
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A conversation last week between me and the office manager who is due to retire soon:
"The weather's dire again. I've only lived here about 18 months, is this normal here at this time of year?"
"Yes, it is really. Between the sea, the lakes and the mountains it's hardly surprising. It usually rains when the kids are off, then September and October are dry. Mind you, it wasn't like this when I was young. Then the summers were long and dry. I remember because we used to play out all day. ... <wistful pause> ... I'm talking bollocks, aren't I? It was just as bad then. Must be time to retire and be a grumpy old man."