With the long light evenings, you feel you ought to be outdoors doing something, perhaps involving a barbecue, or at very least a lawnmower. There are festivals breaking out locally, things going on in parks. Even the cat is reluctant to stay in more than she has to. And yet what do I do? Stay indoors to watch interminable semifinals of Britain's Got Talent and preview programmes for the World Cup, in anticipation of spending most of June and July watching the World Cup itself, and Wimbledon, and the Proms, and the summer is gone before you have managed to dig out the slug pellets.
I ought to get out more. It is alright for Cat: she can just wander in and out as the whim takes her, with an endless supply of food on hand to sustain her prowlings, and presumably an endless supply of entertainments to divert her in the garden. Whereas I clearly have various responsibilities to attend to, which take up most of the day, and the onerous duties of cooking my own dinner, which takes up most of the evening. At which point I have lost all enthusiasm for flighty al fresco activities, but prefer to vegetate on the sofa. Such is life.
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