Well, summer came and went without even a hint of those long summer days that are so memorable from our youth. The days when you would run out of the classroom at lunchtime as fast as your legs could carry you and reach the bottom of the school field half an hour later!
But hold on, did someone whisper something about an 'Indian' September, can it be true? And what does it mean? Is it that the weather will be particularly warm and dry or does it mean that I'll be boarding the roof of the train to London Bridge?
All of this is of course irrelevant, it has been pouring with rain and I have no intention of writing a meteorological based blog!
In a rare break in the clouds yesterday, I learnt a new way in which to judge a man's social standing. There I was in the staff car park, talking with the bursar. I found myself suddenly talking to myself - as something of greater interest had caught the bursar's eye. He crept slowly towards the Violin teacher's car, hunched over as if stalking prey. He made a sudden grab for the windsrceen wiper and turned to me triumphant, holding aloft an autumnal leaf.
'You see!' He enthused. 'You can tell this man has class by the type of leaf that has fallen onto his car'. Partly thrilled and part lament, the bursar continued. 'Beech!' His voice shrilled, as he waggled the leaf at me.
This morning I awoke, looked out of the window only to observe that yet again I'd be needing a anorak. My eyes fell from the grey clouds to my car parked parallel to the house. Aside from the droplets of rain on the windscreen, there fixed in place by the wiper was something flapping in the wind.What could it be? Beech? Birch? Oak? Perhaps I'm a Horsechestnut kind of guy? Alas it wasn't a leaf at all, but a menu from The Mitcham Balti House. Perhaps it is going to be an 'Indian' September after all!
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