It’s not quite my birthday yet….. not here in Florida, USA at any rate. It’s only 9.30’ish. (I’m on holiday). But it’s my birthday in Australia, and it’s two hours into my birthday in my home country, England. I know this because Face Book has just told me so and the happy birthday messages have started arriving. So I thought I might pour myself a Mexican liquor (which happens to be available) called ‘Caffe Lolita’ and start celebrating :-). Caffe Lolita is actually quite delicious although the name is not exactly appropriate. I’ve finally made it to three score and ten and the rest is all icing on the cake?
I didn’t plan to blog about my birthday. What I did want to waffle on about is the advantages of being a smoker. (Shock, Gasp, Horror).
It is heading for mid summer in Florida and in case you didn’t know it, it’s as hot as hell and the humidity is unbearable. We move from air conditioned homes into air conditioned motor vehicles into air conditioned shopping malls and air conditioned restaurants. To step out of doors, is akin to opening a furnace door, and nobody in their right mind does it. Except a considerate smoker, i.e. me – who has no wish to pollute the air and contaminate my wonderful hosts and their beautiful home.
If I didn’t feel the need to escape every so often (with my cigarettes AND my camera) I would never have seen :
This stunning fellow.
Or the Jay with a bad hair day.
A Fiddler crab who without help, wouldn’t have made it out of the pool.
Erm… Horace, the Harmless (?) or so I’m told….
Or Momma Racoon
and her two hopeful babies.
To say nothing of this beauty.
Mine hosts have no idea what a paradise they are living in – and all because they never step outside.