Hot summer days

So last week whilst driving the “Silver Dream Machine” (or more correctly the Passat which is a bleeding nightmare to be fair) on holiday, my missus was going on about something or nothing and I was just watching the traffic thinking great thoughts ... car names like StRange Rover and GLand Rover ... MR2 in French is “merde” ... Anyway, she started reminiscing about her youth, in particular a hot 1970's summer that was a great British heatwave, those that were so great that everyone went to the river to swim and keep cool – happy times. I mentioned that the most recent heatwave we had, a year or so back, was accompanied by a swarm of ladybirds – not wanting to be undone she went on to discuss a holiday she had been on as a child that was really hot and that that year there was a swarm of midgets! I thought about this and asked if she was a little confused – no, she replied, it was so bad that she could never forget that hot summer plagued by swarming midgets! I told her that I could not remember such a year and she questioned how I could not remember such an event as there were just so many midgets, it was even on the news. I did say that if there had been such an event that I definitely would not have forgotten it! Surely if this great comic event ever did happen someone would have made a film about it … Soon after the conversation we pulled up in Balls Park, I got the kids out for a play and some fresh air and we had a picnic – some small flies bugged us so we went off for a walk. I did notice that there were a lot of tall people out that day – I would not say it was enough to call a swarm, but there were a lot.