Sound of Summer

I was suddenly made aware the other day of the *real* sound of summer's arrival.

Not the ring of Mythos beer bottle caps bouncing on the pool-side tiles.

Not the sound of crashing scooters and tearing flesh as drunken tourists take a dodgy turn on our slippery roads.

It's that unmistakeable flippety slappety sound of rubber flip-flops on marble. That is the *real* sound of summer.