It’s not fucking funny anymore. Life in Merrie England and indeed the UK as a whole, is decidedly soggy
For most of June and practically every day in July it has rained.
Not your slight showers, oh no, it’s hissing down from morning until night, ducks have been seen strolling into Tesco buying umbrellas and waterproof coats.
I look out my window hoping to see merry hordes of happy people skipping along resplendent in their summer clothing…what do I see?
A miserable parade of hapless folk trudging, heads down with a grim determination on their faces…the spirit of the blitz is with us…we shall not surrender to the elements, we shall fight on the beaches…well in the street anyways.
Our umbrellas are unfurled and ready for action
This wet bombardment will not cow the great British public…at least not for a few more days anyway.
I’m sick of it