The skies hung really low today. Purplegray clouds sagging like an old woman's butt, threatening to spew rain but never getting round to it, a smell in the air like the inside of a black labrador's mouth; the foul stench of petrol fumes and smog from the industrial estate trapped in the atmosphere by the oppressive rainbags above.
I hate this weather. I hate it even more than I hated the snow, which was more than I've ever hated weather before.
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i thought us Brits were the weather obsessed!?
ReplyDeletegood to have you back though, even for a moan.... any noise is good noise
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Surely I still count as a Brit, don't I? And I'm not just weather obsessed, I'm also shoe and chocolate obsessed. Just FYI. ;)
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