Saturday

18th June

when it rains it pours.
Light til quite late now - nearly 9 and 'dusk' hasn't really set in - though its not that bright as its been a dull wet, day.

Sunday

On this weather I'm not sold
It's boring
it's pouring
and my feet are cold.
:-(

hmmm writing poetry is not my thing - maybe I'd better not give up the day job?