Friday, 29 May 2009

Bastard Sun.

Well doesn't that just figure. The whole week it's been crapping it down and we've not been able to get down to the beach and give Vinnie a run on the sand. Then as soon as I have to go to work, the sun shines like a bastard.

Typical.

Still, at least I can see the sun from the shop. That's right sun, I can see you. I know you read my blog from way up there in the sky. I can see you. I see you shining down on everybody else and mocking me. Bastard sun. Don't you look at me like that.

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I hate you sun.

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Please shine again on Sunday, I'm not working then.

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