Monday, 5 November 2007
Wind and Crossed Wires
A cold day here today and I haven't ventured out at all. I just hunkered down and watched out the window as the southerly dressed down a cabbage tree on the other side of our little valley. Over behind a hill with its back to the coast, we are lee-side, where all remains still.
And so My American Sentence for today is ...
Over there, look, the wind is turning trees into a cat o' nine tails.
This wasn't something anyone said, because apart from ABM, I haven't been in contact with anyone today (except the woman who rang the wrong number ... which actually leads me to my other American Sentence ... )
Who am I speaking to? Oh I'm sorry, I've gone and rung the wrong number.