The heat, the flies, the drums, the heat, the flies, the drums.
Don’t the natives ever stop beating those drums Daphne?
Oh. That’s a chav driving past in his Nova with the window down and the stereo full on?
Well what about the flies?
Oh! They’re around because of all the dog walkers who force their animals to crap outside and don’t clean up after them?
And the heat?
It’s not winter any more?
Better start hoarding water then old girl, the drought measures and hose-pipe ban will soon be upon us.