Dear Weather,
You are miserable. I request that you cheer up immediately (although I will give you a deadline of tomorrow). I would like to spend the summer months sitting in the garden with a notebook writing something marvellous, or as marvellous as a first draft can be, and I don't have a waterproof pen or laminated notebook pages.
I promise I will add all the squall you want to my next WIP and will give rain a starring role so you won't be forgotten.
This afternoon, I shall bury my winter coat at the back of the wardrobe and will wear my new jacket to work tomorrow.
Your co-operation is appreciated,
Me (and several other writers in the UK)
11 comments:
Weather: me too, especially as I'm off to Wales for a break next week.
Cate: as always, you're awesome and you're right. :)
Now that there are two of us ganging up against Weather, hopefully she'll listen.
Enjoy Wales.
Will do. I'll bring you back a stick of rock. Or a lovespoon. Or something. :)
As the designated old man, that sawing sound in the corner will be me.
You should, Simon. I deserve it.
Noted, Jay :D
I just can't understand it, the weather was fine in Cyprus.
Permission to hate you just a little bit, Deborah
Yes, I'd just like to add my voice to the chorus. Enough rain!
Am I the only one who likes it? :-(
Hear, hear, Simon K
I suspect so, Ray. But we still love you.
Agreed. Writing outside in the rain comes second only to composing poetry in a gay sauna - a mistake I made in 1991 (and have no desire to repeat).
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