It's the third day of summer and it’s still raining…. Under fire. The house is being dive-bombed by aeroplanes! I have had a couple of rude awakenings in my time, but this one wins hands down. Usually the only thing you hear around here on a Saturday morning is the crash and tinkle of someone putting out the empties from the night before. I was quite alarmed then when planes started flying very low over the house. First they came from the right. Then they came from the left. Were we under attack? Perhaps it was for the Royal visit. I read somewhere that our Danish Princess was in town and had a sister up this way. They come around for another shot Up and up they go. Then they drop down in a dead stall ....and twirl over the rooftops. On and on droned the planes. Up, up and up went those magnificent men -I suspect they are still all men, in their flying machines, bright red against the grey clouds, looping the loop, twisting around, doing barrel roll...
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