I’m not a morning person. In fact, I’m a bit worried that if I ever live with friends I’ll have to set a house rule that they don’t try talking to me until after I’ve eaten something. Even dragging my eyelids up and my body out of bed can be quite a miserable, seemingly insurmountable, task. Scene set.
So Tuesday got off to a rough start for me this week. Gerrod woke me with a prod in the arm and this little nugget of trivia, referring to the radio: Did you hear that? June’s weather will be ok but July and August are going to be a complete wash out! Oh and there are severe delays on the district line!
I was Frowny McFrownFrown all day. Surely this lukewarm weather where people are still wearing trench coats can’t be as good as summer 2008 gets? That’s not fair!
I figure, part of the reason that winter is ok is that you know summer is coming. You’ve got the yin and the yang and one makes you enjoy and appreciate the other. And in between you have spring, on the first warm day of which you go and buy the four S’s of summer: shorts, skirts, singlets and sandals.
But now, if Gerrod’s trusty morning motivationals are to be believed, there will be no need for any of them. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, it was going to be a rubbish commute to work. Sigh.
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Don’t shoot the messenger boy! I was just repeating what I heard on the wireless!
Rest assured though; not only are long-term weather forecasts incredibly difficult, but I’ve never seen people get it as badly wrong as they do here in London.
oh, that is bad news. Just be glad your name doesn’t start with A. I just accidently text(ed?) Aaron the same message 12 times at 3am… and it wasn’t even supposed to be for him. He must be POed.
Shelley – you were texting someone at 3am?
Oh KJ, it’s got to get better… right?
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Thinking of you…