Ahhh…the delight of a warm, balmy evening, as the sun lazily approaches dusk. Open windows allow the soft breeze to cause the net curtains to ripple gently, while the melodious sound of birdsong fills the air. Simultaneously, the Blackbird plays his chink-chink calls in the evening, accompanied by the booming exclamation of, “Jezz, you faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaking wankaaaaaaaaa,” drifting from the main road, where a young couple strolls on an early evening promenade discussing their marriage plans.
by Jim Aborwhear