when all you want to do is go back to bed and forget the day ever existed. It's pissing rain all day, all the pins and plates in my shoulder and wrist are turning me into a moany old bollix. There's nothing to do, nowhere to go and no money to spend even if you do go somewhere.
And here come the hailstones.
In september.
Sweet mother of fuck, this cunt of a year never stops giving.
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