A Broken Hoboken Bell

Phrase of the day :-

Schlgachwücht Düchwannawanna - You Galoot

Random thoughts for today's subjects have resulted in a decision to talk about :-

Thunderstorms.

This memory came to me while driving to work this morning, while thinking about Swallowdale which I am just about to finish reading. We used to live in that wonderful house in the middle of Castlemorton common and of course we used to traipse across it (though I am sure we would rather have stayed in a lot of the time). In the middle of one Summer Holiday, we went out on a very threatening day with low, dark clouds and a definite feel of thunder which dutifully arrived but not until announcing itself with lightning striking one of the telegraph poles within a hundred yards of where we were walking along the track which led from the house up to hills. We got very wet in the rain which followed but sopmehow a Summer Thunderstorm is not as annoying as a winter one and getting back home to the clear negatively Ioned air and the wonderful light is quite affecting.

Clocks and Clockwatching. Not a 16th Century underpiece or little bits of broken eggshell.