Well the big talking point today is (believe it or not) the sky.
It's currently orangey-green, which makes it look like we're working on Venus. Only not as hot, I suppose.
Apparently on Venus, you could leave a frozen pizza on a windowsill and it would be cooked within 9 seconds.
Not sure where I read that - presumably in Venutian Monthly's Notable Window Sills Feature Magazine*. Or maybe I made it up and I've forgotten.
Anyway, the sky's gone weird and there are jokes about it being the end of the world (as there always are when the sky goes weird).
Now, I love a world-ending cataclysm as much as the next man, but this is clearly just dust in the atmosphere. A little research proves it - Ex-Hurricane Ophelia is kicking up sand from the Sahara desert and swirling it over half of Western Europe.
But it's fun to play along.
"Looking odd out there, isn't it?" asked Mark, in the kitchen.
"Yes. Very peculiar," I replied, sipping tea and gazing at the lake. I was noticing how clear it looked after the green-dye incident a few weeks ago. "Still you know what they say," I said, "Green sky by day... end of the world."
He laughed, which was a relief. Well if you can't laugh at the end of the world, what can you laugh at?
*Check out their feature on Venutian blinds.
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