Aloha amigos!
And, as Bristol and its environs bask in the sunshine, the palm trees in the garden waving gently in the breeze, the only sound is the gentle chittering of cicadas nestled in their fronds, whilst our flock of flamingoes seek respite from the noonday sun in the shade of the bougainvillea…
Okay, I’ll own up, I had to google how to spell that. Originally I thought a cicada was a Mexican beer, and a bougainvillea was a posh house in France.
Still, if a humble engineer can’t aspire to a bit of literary culture, what’s the world coming to?