The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Sunday, 26 July 2015
Sun Day, Some Day
Golly, what frightful melancholy, everyone and everything in England looks so very jolly. Can I stand with you underneath your brolly? Can we watch the rain and share our pain whilst we wait for our train? And when the rain stops and the train has dropped us off, can I see you again? Maybe next time we can watch the sun and have some fun? We might as well for it's too late now for us to ever die young.