Hope

My Dear Fellow,

As I'm sure you know, the rainbow is a Biblical symbol of hope and renewal. Which I always thought was rubbish. I mean, "Gosh, I really hope that God doesn't try to kill us all again" is setting the bar a bit low aspiration-wise.

Nevertheless, I hope its appearance yesterday presages a turn in the weather for today. I also hope that a wonderful week is had by all and that dark clouds, metaphorical or otherwise are banished. BANISHED. 

I'd also like an Abba reunion, but perhaps that is a hope too far. One has to be realistic, but still - THAT'S HOW YOU HOPE effing Noah with your effing dove.

(I never liked that bit of the story either. It just seems mean to me to portray the raven as the baddie in the story, just because those birds wear cool leather jackets, while doves ponce about with olive branches).

Moving on.

The flat in this picture appears to have Hope shooting out of the chimney. Either the household is actively burning leprechauns or they are a family of unicorns and one of them farted too close to the fireplace.

I hope it was the latter.

El Parsones