When the sun comes out in London all manner of things happen. The most miraculous is the number of people who remove their clothes – at any opportunity, in parks, on buses, in pubs. These crazy people morph, from Belugas basking on green grass, who turn into little lobsters. Freshly boiled alive in the sunshine!
So tomorrow I am certain that the working population of london will be happy, predicating sweltering summer months to come. Yippee! 
Today having wandered about doing not too much in the sunshine. I met a friend to play a little bit of tennis. The best we managed was 7 hits in a row. Not bad I say, and really who cares when it was glorious and sunny. There are plans afoot for some doubles later in the week, which will probably enable us to get to a rally well beyond 10 even!
Life is completely different when the sun comes out – it makes London or anywhere I think a great place to live and be.
So I am wondering whether there is something about years with a 9. The Chinese think it is good and positive number, associated with the Dragon, Ramadan occurs in month 9, in Norse Mythology some fella hung himself for 9 days to seek the secret of the Runes.
