This was the scene about 8:45 last night. It would have been brighter had it not taken me so long to get a place to get a shot without buildings being in the way. However I returned to a dark room, and others already had lights on, and it was just after nine O'clock! Darkness means a small light to type by, more expense, and pains in the eye from straining at the screen. Now as you know complaining is not my forte but surely I ought to have won the lottery by now? This would enable me to move to a country where the light hangs around a lot longer. I am sure there will be a Greek island on the market cheap enough for a small lottery winner to purchase? Darkening nights, leaves are turning yellow, falling and littering the streets, daft folks are already talking about Christmas, and as soon as the school holidays are over the gifts will start to appear in the shops. Makes you glad to be alive!
Now pardon me for asking, but is this how the American woman of yesteryear prepared for the winter? While some bemoan snow drifts ten feet deep this proto-feminist is shivering in her swimsuit (and shoes) acclimatising to the cold. Are you sure she was about to prepare 'Mom's apple pie?' The ladies of Edinburgh knew better than she, and they did not throw 'motor oil' onto their coal fires in a somewhat thrilling method of heating the house. Is she related to any of my readers perhaps.....?
The 'Tea Party,' taking literalism a step too far!
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