Why be boring and repetitive, you ask yourself, when the only thing restricting you is the human capacity for imagination and creativity? How could anyone be happy with the same thing, in the same way, every week or every day or every year - when you could do something completely different every morning?
And yet, cosmology is against us. Every day, almost without fail, the sun rises in the morning. Frequently, it sets again. In the winter the days are short. In the summer - they are on the whole much longer. The summer solstice comes round every year - as it has for ages. And we rack our brains for new things to do. And fail.
So this year we're doing the same thing as normal. We're having the solstice sunset Pimms party tonight, and then tomorrow morning, in keeping with tradition, nobody will bother to get up. I do love the old ways.
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