What irks me is that most of the population spend five months of the year complaining tediously about the cold and the wet and the dark, and when it’s finally beautiful and the days are long, we still manage to find something to complain about.
The UK is clinically incapable of enjoying anything.
What irks me is that most of the population spend five months of the year complaining tediously about the cold and the wet and the dark, and when it’s finally beautiful and the days are long, we still manage to find something to complain about.
The UK is clinically incapable of enjoying anything.
It’s almost as if there’s two ends on the spectrum where the middle is the only comfortable place to be
Autumn. Just cool enough to wear a nice coat and have plenty of pockets.