Friday, 27 April 2012

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed... Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

At the beginning of last week I was still sort of feeling the romance of rainy walks down deserted streets, kicking puddles of water in my Hunters and cups of builders tea (with rich-tea biscuits mmm) tucked up in bed with the rain thrashing against my window. However a week and a half on and dareisay that the novelty has worn off, well barring the pot of gold at the end of my road, which gave me reason to smile.

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