I'm sitting on the grass outside the National Gallery in Edinburgh, all alone apart from a few hundred other people enjoying a relaxing lunch hour. The rest of the party, apart from another eight who have similarly opted out, are on the coach being given a tour round the city. I like to explore cities on foot and, besides, it's a gorgeous day and I'm not spending it in a bus.
There are, in fact, notices which politely ask people to keep off the grass but we are, quite properly I believe, disregarding them. Everyone is just sitting or lying apart from some well-behaved little children running up and down the slopes, the older ones looking after the toddlers - it does an elderly maternal heart good, to see children being kind to their smaller fellows.
It was suggested by my friends that I was being overly optimistic, bringing sun cream instead of an umbrella, but my prescience is now commended.
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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I applaud your triple use of the phrase 'apart from'.
I am enjoying the sunshine in Norfolk, and am perfectly content. Apart from...
I was unaware of it, Dave. Now you mention it, I suggest that it reflected my enjoyment of being on my own, almost for the first time since Tuesday. I expect that I shall revert to 'actually' next week.
Not that I don't enjoy company, of course.
You picked a jolly good time to go away.
Next weekend is a bank holiday, so I imagine it'll be snowing.
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Sunny even in Franconia. I am happily looking for tomorrow morning when I will have my coffee in the sun - yay!
I hope you enjoy your voyage.
I never plan to go anywhere on a Bank Holiday. Everywhere's too busy and the weather is normally dreadful.
Thank you, Mago. I raise my coffee cup to you.
Sadly, on the Monday which is our next Bank Holiday I shall be driving north, to Yorkshire, for a week's rest in the rain.
Sunscreen is more important than an umbrella. I took a very fashionable straw hat to Washington DC last week to protect my head from the sun. It was very unnecessary.
We will hope that the weather imps are kind to you, Dave. Kinder than they seem to have been to LZM.
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