Monday, 12 November 2018

Oh! Oh! Suddenly the blue skies all turned rather grey! A sudden gloom mon ami. Where did that come from?

Oh! Oh! Suddenly the blue skies all turned rather grey! A sudden gloom, mon ami. Where did that come from? I should go back up to my room for my brolly! Though as my adorable ex-wife will tell you, I will probably only carry it in the rain, rather than putting it up. Like wearing gloves when it is only slightly cold (or arctic), putting up an umbrella in the rain seems so WEAK. But, to be honest, the skies are suddenly looking pretty cataclysmic. OK, now the skies, and the trees, look positively like Armageddon. All of a sudden, people are running along the road with coats over their heads, and brollies blowing inside out. NOW is time to go out. Still I—hesitate. OK, now there is proper rain. I don’t mean the drizzly rain but STAIRRODS! To be honest, I don’t want to go out in this. Oh! So boring! It’s stopped already and bloody blue skies are right behind it! What the hell?! Feeling really hungry now (8 cans); a walk, an early Fifth Avenue, and I’ll be ready for a lovely lovely lovely Brussels Grill and Domino’s Pizza. Yes, that’s right, only just got up from bed and already looking forward to getting back to it again. I am on holiday monsieurs. Leave me alone!

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