Bon Été, Bon Été …

 
»Summer is gone.«

The llama is leaning, almost hanging over the balustrade of the roof-terrace of our penthouse on the roof-top of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, trying to spit and hit passer-bys on the street below.

»No, you are mistaking, animal. Today is the beginning of summer, not the end. And stop spitting. That is really gross.«

»I am not talking about any seasons here, dude«, the llama answers. »Summer is a poodle, the pet-dog of Mrs Arabella Figg from across the street.«

»How come you know someone from across the street?« I ask sceptically. »We live in a big city. Nobody knows neighbours from across the street in big cities. We don't even know all the people that are living in our own house here at 666 Whitaker Lane.«

»Talk for yourself, dude. But you kind of got me. I have stolen the name Arabella Figg from those Harry Potter novels. But she was more like a cat-woman and not that much into dogs. But I just hit that fluffy poodle-dog down there on the sidewalk with a huge amount of fluid from my mouth. I named it Summer and it ran away. See? So I am not wrong when I am saying Summer is gone.«

»Stop spitting from the roof, llama«, I yell. »And stop hitting poor poodles or noodles or anything like that!«

»Okay, okay, dude.«

The llama is slowy walking away from the balustrade towards the now empty fish-bassin to take a sip of the kind of stinky water.

»Someone really is having a bad temper these days.«

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Today is Friday, the 20th of June 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 365 & Part 366

 

Today is Monday, the 16th of June 2025.

There's a certain song - a cover version actually - I want you to hear and listen to but my self-made order keeps pushing it further back in line every time I discover new city names and songs.

What is the deeper meaning of your saying, oh, Twenty-Five, our owl-guru? asked one of the chicks.

Which song should we sing? Which song should we listen to? the crickets wanted to know.

And what town are we travelling to now? all thirty-nine cats grinned. And is it really a town or just another state of the United States of A. again?

Leave me alone, the tawny owl grumbled. Maybe another philosophical thought will help you folks better.

And he added, Happiness depends upon ourselves, said Aristotle.

And sixteen cats with tears of joy joined the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"East Bromford Blues"

I was born in East Bromford
North Carolina I did roam
There I met the fairest maiden
Name and age I did not know

Her hair it was of the darkest color
Cheeks they were all ruby red
On her breast she wore white lilies
There I longed to lay my head

I'd rather be on some dark holler
Where the sun don't ever shine
And to see you love another
And to know you'll never be mine

I don't want your green back dollar
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is your love darling
Won't you take me back again
Won't you take me back again

"Sweet Bromford"

I couldn't tell
The weight of the world
Was on your shoulders
Couldn't tell you were unhappy
You were unwell

I go along like nothing is wrong
No need to worry
Too late to feel sorrow
Upon borrowed time

And now there's no answers
No easy way out
Take it all if you want
Take it all if you want

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

I couldn't see
It seems I don't learn
Or get the message
Don't know you you carry
It all by yourself

How can it be
It doesn't belong
It's so not funny
This vintage of violence
Again on parade

And now there's no wonder
No shelter from shame
Be alone if you want
Be alone if you want

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

Bromford and Ring-tailed Lemur / Strawberry Moon …

I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
You like to … MOVE IT…

King Julien in the house!

- Animal, who ate all the popsicles?

You did, you did.

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Today is Wednesday, the 11th of June 2025.

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And a tiny tawny owl flies over a land where fish can sing and strawberries grow on trees.

Come home, Twenty-Five. Come home, little owl.

 

Strawberry Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you


Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak