Ungrateful Lot.

Good morning world
It seems today it's going to be another 
meltingly oppressive hot day, why must we moan about it
we're never satisfied, are we an ungrateful lot or what 
to be unsatisfied with our lot, or is it just something to complain about
trouble is we don't have enough time to adapt, from one extreme to the next 
we can go butt naked, but we can not keep cool under any circumstances 
its seems awful I know, to wish for colder weather, yet everyone goes on about
huffing and puffing as we can not cope, with this excessive extreme weather
even the roads are melting the tar is melting away, I saw it Sunday in Osmington Bay...As we went trekking that Sunday day..The boy is on his element I must say
Talk about mad dogs and English men..going out in the midday sun
I guess we're lucky to say living by the coast, you get the sea breezes at least
as inland is much more oppressive, had I lived inland !! oh dear thank goodness we're not ..I have in my garden, a lot of shade, can sit under the vines that I grew overhead..so cool so nice.. the surroundings around is quite private..secluded, could go about al-fresco if so I wanted, instead I wear a bikini, a sarong to cover my modesty, just in case someone comes knocking on the door, as it has happened before, this delivery man waiting by the door you see..and I in a panic running around like a headless chicken by the time I'd cover off, he would have buggered off, and the boy needed those key rings those folders, what the heck says I as I opened the door..He did get an eye full not his fault I know, but did he have to stare, as I signed for the goods.. he delivered ..Uff.. I can still see the look in his eyes dirty old bugger said I.. these days not such a pretty sight to see, as gravity's going down south, but I can still hold my own, no doubt..
But when it's cold, at least we can still keep warm, by wrapping up against the elements, 
I really don't mind a nice bright sharp day, to keep the blues away
what I can't abide are those sad grey days, that sends my soul rock bottom
to the pits of hell; Now if we had a nice bright day all through the year, not hot not cold, just enough to hold my own; my own spirits in check.
Smile..its a nice hot day!! phew.

                                                 By Connie James