Last week, the weather was hot.
Don’t-take-a-cardi-wear-flips-flops-no-tights hot. For a typical rainy grey London March, it was a
great source of joy and relief after a harsh winter both weather-wise and
That is when the no-good-news crew decided to tell us that
it will snow. Again. This week. So I should go and extract my winter jacket
from the hole I buried it in and get ready for some chills and foul moods that
spread with the rain like a plague. See how I am already not chirpy oh. Hmmm.
Life doesn’t suck as much or at all when the obvious is
perceived and adapted to rather than being rubbed in your face or reprinted in
the newspaper. Please tell them to shut up about the economic downturn and the
weather like we are all going to run and hide in caves and pretend that is not
life. We still get up and go, don’t we? We will rise above the over publicised
debt and petrol prizes and go to bed belly-full.
Note: Don’t forget an extra cardigan and an
umbrella and yeah there is drought and they have not met Elijah!