Monday morning woke me up (at half seven by the way, aaaaaaaahhthangyouverymuch) with a bright and sunny sky, the birds singing (or rather choking and puking or whatever it is that seagulls do) and the Lady and I in the mood for shopping. I left my jacket at home, because it was sooooooooooo sunny, but by the time Rach and I had met in front of the Balmoral, it started ... not exactly raining ... snowing!
So we decided to take shelter (and a coffee) in the Princes Mall, the sorry shabby shopping center next to the train station. We entered at the wrong entry and reached Costa about thirty seconds later, only to come out towards Princes Street again, where the coffe place's huge glass front revealed broad daylight and bright sunshine. Without noticing, we must have slipped into a parallel universe, somewhere along the way through Princes Mall.
So, Trekkies of all nations, genders and species, wear your supersize mustard coloured Captain James Tiberius Kirk Uniform with pride! And watch your step.
Although: I've never been a Trekkie. I always hung around in the other camp; thats why I shall continue this entry in the following way:
Weather Wars
Episode IV: A New Hope
It is winter in the galaxy. In a grim and adamant battle, the sun managed to win a first victory. Encouraged by sunny spells, the rebel vessels Rach1 and Fleck Falcon are careening through the city to savour the vital rays of sun and save them deep inside their Vitamin B ports.
Engines screech and wings are brought into sun bathing position when they reach their destination, the beach of Cramond.
On they go, onto the satellite Cramond Island. They know they might not have much time before the imperial bad weather front tracks them down to destroy their hopes.
Yet, on the way back from the satellite, voctory strikes! They take off their top layers of clothing and stop for a sunning session. Back on shore, they refuel their tanks with the season's first dairy ice cream cones.
The grey Imperial Fleet is nowhere to be seen. The sun is victorious in her fight to restore spring to the galaxy. Or so it seems.
Save for now, the two Pilotesses make their way back to the Rebel Base to celebrate their good fortune.
May the tan be with you!
3 comments:
Te encuentra super TEKOREI el primer lunes de la vacaciones, no?
One can tell that y' didnt go to school this bright monday morning, aye?
Cheerio,
Rach, a.k.a "Lady", "Rach1" and recently baptised "Kit"
Kaddi, du musst ma anfangen was auf deinen Blog zu schreiben. Jetzt wo du ne Kamera hast, kannst du ihn mit Bildern von Kehl und dem Einstein vollflastern, ehehoehoem, ja.
And Lady Rach: it's "KITT", Kid.
That's a big 10-4!
Aber wenn es doch so furchtbar viel zu erzaehlen gibt, Gunneman!
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