Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 74

Today is Friday, the 30st of August 2019.

'Hey, hey', I say. 'Ho, ho. Today is Friday. Friday is quizday. Quizday is better day.'

'What?' the llama asks looking over my shoulder on the laptop display. 'Thursday is city quiz day, not Friday. And when I look at this song you are going to use this time Friday does even make less sense …'

'Too many posts on Thursdays for my opinion', I say. 'I like my numbers even.'

'Whatever pleases his Royal Highness', the llama says sarcastically.

'I have got a plan', I say.

'I couldn't care less', the llama says.

'Do you know Mrs Whiteberry from the third floor?' I ask.

'The old crazy cat woman?' the llama asks back.

'Yes, kitty-picture', I say. 'She went on a vacation trip to Western France the other day.'

'Oh, no', the llama shouts out. 'I don't want to feed her cats. There must be millions in her apartment.'

'Ah', I shake my head. 'Those little lions are taken care of. They are on vacation, too, in an animal shelter. No, I just wanted to send out a greeting to Mrs Whiteberry by using a song about one of the cities of that region of France. But this place, and I am not sure whether it is a city at all, was the closest place to Brittany I could find.'

'Brittany Spears?' the llama asks. 'Upps, she did it again?'

'Ah, shut up!'

"Bromford Thursday"

In a tiny piece of colored glass my love was born

And reds and golds and yellows

Were the colors in the dawn

Night brought on its purple cloak

Of velvet to the sky

And the girls were wheeling, spinning

On Bromford Thursday

In a tiny piece of colored glass my love was born

And reds and golds and yellows

Were the colors in the dawn

Night brought on its purple cloak

Of velvet to the sky

And the girls were wheeling, spinning

On Bromford Thursday