It’s not May yet, Iam toying with the idea of doing without socks. Casting clouts in an umtimely manner. Already my breathing is laboured. Heading towards panic. Ok – it’s sunny and I was warm yesterday whilst I toiled in the garden (well – toiled is probably overstating it!). But I’m intending to go out today and feel that this is a decision which is going to invoke the wrath of the gods. Was this even really something my granny used to say? Surely when she was young the summer started in April and lasted until October? Why am I dogged by this one piece of superstition? Well – that is, apart from that other ‘must do’ of saluting to single magpies? And, of course, not walking under ladders. All of which have a certain proven survival import. (?) Soo – although I am not in any way superstitious, touch wood today is indeed the ideal day to cast the first clout of summer.
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