Longer Fridays …

Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears - Snake's Hunting

'Bromford', says the llama, 'you know that it is not Friday. It is not even Wednesday. It is still Monday. It is always Monday these days.'

'Yes, the other day of the week beginning with an M', I reply.

'I stretch you pardon?' asks the animal.

'Ignore it, please. This is all due to my bilinguality. Do you think my English is too posh?' comes to my mind.

'Sometimes you sound like some kind of Lord or Earl or something, dude!' says the llama. 'And you make me sound like that, too. I think it is time for you to come back to colloquiality.'

'It is all due to that werebus that hit me when I was just a little Bromford, a little Brommy, you might want to say. This red double-decker bus was infected with English, Oxford English, to be precise.'

'Can I invite Kylie and her son Nigel for my birthday party, Brommy?' the llama tries a change of subject. 'I think it is allowed to meet two people from another household now, isn't it?'

'OK', I say. 'But you birthday is September, 20th, isn't it? Aren't you a little early with your invitations?'

'Don't mistake the first day we met for the day of my birth, dude.'

'It is all the same to me, my communist kangaroo.'

'Oh, look, human. There you have got your blockblog post for Wednesday.'

'Mednesday, animal. It is Mednesday, the second day of the week beginning with an M', I say.

'As always, I am glad not to be in your head, Brommy', the animal gnarls.

'Too late', I say. 'You always have been and always will be in my head.'


And the fortune cookie says,

Whenever I see a cookie,
I can't get it out of my mind.

Today is Wednesday, the 10th of March 2021

🌨 🌨 🌨 🌨 🌨

And the protagonist says,
Keep on doing it the milky way.

And,
There is no need for inventing an antagonist for me.