It's on days like this that I resent John Wyndham

It's the Perseids meteor shower and I am going to the theatre*, so I should be back at the ideal time to sit on a chair in the garden for ten minutes and watch. It would be nice to do so without having to keep telling myself that it is silly to worry about going blind as a result. Though at least if I do I won't then get eaten by alien plants.

*Strange Interlude, by McNeill.