7 April 2012
When the weather is unpleasant, I find myself complaining. "It's god-damn bloody freezing!"or, "I hate it when it's raining!". And in these times I find myself, repenting to the sky: "I'll never curse the sun again! I promise not to lie!"
But when the skies clear up again, and sun breaks through the cloud, it seems that all my promises, are nowhere to be found! Once again I'm fuming, at the nature of weather. But then again I'm British, and I'm pissed off with whatever.
British • Opuss № I