Imagine my amazement when - upon awakening this Saturday morn - I was greeted by the most extraordinary sight and sound of torrential rain, hammering against the roof and windows of my abode. I had begun to wonder if I would ever see the rain again. Furthermore the temperature was six degrees above zero. Inconceivable.
I sometimes wonder if the whole of the earth will disappear beneath the lakes here. Where does it all come from? How can it rain. Monsoon-like. Every. Single. Day.
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Fourth round of the FA Cup today. A walk in the park against Man Utd tomorrow afternoon. Nothing less than a victory for the mighty Spurs is expected. *ahem*
My preparations for the Beach'08 are ongoing. Not sure if anything is happening to my pale, wintry body yet, but I'm trying at least. If only I could see the sun once every week or so, it would give me an enormous sense of well-being. I've had the Pathfinder for a year now. The day we picked it up, there was a snowstorm. Which was great fun. Infinitely more enjoyable than these dreary damp doldrum days.
I'm a poet and I don't know it...
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