To roast, or not to roast: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous weather, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by visiting B&Q to buy the air conditioner, then oppose and end them? To die (of heatstroke..): To sleep; no more (until the weather breaks); and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to after a thousand cold beers - 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die; to sleep; perchance to dream…(of snow)
Ah! there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this heavy duvet, must give us pause…to stop complaining, ‘ere these brief days of summer meet their end, and gritters ply their trade.. Sorry Willy, couldn’t resist.
It's been lovely today, it come over all dark this evening and cloudy, started to rain and went to get the washing in and loads of weird huge flying bugs kept bombarding by head....not sure what they are but they are everywhere outside