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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