Time does indeed fly does it not, for here we are at the official end of British Summertime and the clocks "fall" back an hour this very night. Our small family home bears testament to both my darling guardians interest in horology; my lady guardian in fine old chiming clocks and my male guardians appreciation and study of quality timepieces. The morn tomorrow will see a fine undertaking of adjustments to my lady guardians treasured timepiece, admirably monitored and checked by my male guardians gimlet eye for precision. We are inordinately fond of the somnabulistic sound of the timepiece that brings a metronomic rhythm to our daily lives, a gentle ticktocking, interspersed with the resonance of the chimes; quite the most beautiful and reassuring of sounds. One has to admire the wonder of horology, I am sure you agree.
All Hallows' eve follows a day or two after, the celebration of the dead. Many in the British Isles follow the tradition set in the America' s of pumpkin carving and many a fine example can be seen on one's travels. Thereafter, shortly follows Guy Fawkes night or, more colloquially, bonfire night. Already there are bonfires being built in the villages around us to celebrate this tradition. I have to declare this to be my least favourite of celebrations for the accompanying fireworks are shatteringly loud and unpredictable. For my fellow feline, canine or, indeed, any one of the animal kingdom, I do hope you, our human guardians, take due diligence to ensure we are suitably cared for that night for you are our guardians.
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