Summer seems to end earlier every year as the weather turns and the football season starts. The traditional demarcation between seasons has arrived so early that urgent household repairs surface before a holiday. Multiple faults appear: a stuck light switch, a back door that will not shut, and an exploded garden hose. A sudden heavy rain begins while someone struggles to close the garden door, and battering rain hits the skylight. The eldest reports a leaking roof; a bowl overflows and a bucket is needed. Cracks form in the bedroom ceiling, water pours through a central fissure, and thunder rolls as the household faces cancelling their holiday.
traditional demarcation between the seasons when we arrive home from holiday to find everything in our house in dire need of immediate repair has come so early that we haven't even been away yet. The light switch in the downstairs loo is stuck in the on position. The back door will not shut. The garden hose has exploded. Nothing in this house works, my wife says, trying to flick the jammed light switch. Better always on than always off, I say, trying to be positive.
A steady rain starts to fall. I begin the long process of trying to close the garden door: yanking it shut while lifting the handle repeatedly until it finally catches. After a few moments the rain turns heavy, battering the skylight above. I was gonna buy a new hose today, I say. I guess there's no hurry. We needed the rain, I suppose, my wife says, staring out the window as the back garden blurs. That's the spirit, I say.
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