Freestyling #2

I'm not on holiday. I'd just had enough of the weather, and being your own boss has its perks. You can instruct yourself to down tools and make a bad approximation of sangria for later.

Today I was sat in my room, listening to traffic and road rage.

The weather is muggy, sticky, and disgusting so everybody is cranky.

And there are all sorts of crossing points, bus stops, and traffic lights here.

Y'know, the ingredients for general confuddlement at the best of times, and this is not the best of times.

Other than occasionally having to tolerate road rage, and other peoples taste in music played far too loudly via their car speakers, I quite like living at a crossroad. Feels rather fitting, being as in medieval times this is exactly the sort of place they'd have buried the likes of me with a stake through my heart (and possibly beheaded) so my spirit didn't go wandering and upset the living.

More than living in an oppressive medieval feudalistic society was already upsetting them.

Anyway, it is hot, horrible, and there's far too much road rage going on to not at least be sat in a cross breeze. So I exercised my executive privilege, decided to be the boss I'd like to have, and said 'go make a bad approximation of sangria for 5 ish, cook some pasta to have cold with it, then go recline in your garden 'til it's done. I did have to applaud my generosity.

The bad approximation of sangria was very nice by the way, a breeze had picked up by then. I enjoyed both.