I know a real man wouldn't complain when he rides his motorbike to work every day because the underground is broken since some spawn of Satan has hacked away all the copper cabling - again, with sixty mile per hour winds welding the tears of misery on his face, but this is what I'm waiting for.
We rarely have sun either but you get my drift.
Come to think of it I haven't seen a yacht in Piccadilly for ages.
Loved the yacht in Piccadilly. I think you stole my dream picture, except there would be a floating chair with lots of food and drink, and an umbrella. Don't want to burn in paradise.
ReplyDeleteThe sun wouldn't be a problem. I'd be in the bar looking out.
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