Monday fortnight

"Well, the summer is gone. All over " : said Amelie' to the middle-aged man with a hat sitting next to her on the bus. "I did not do much,no vacation,no travelling ,no blast - only duty. I missed all those georgeous mid-summer sales and I am still dreaming of mylittlepony-highheels that I saw windowshopping. I suppose it was fortnight ago."

" The land is dark" : responded the man and went on his way.