Gloomy feelings, gloomy feelings. It’s August, but it doesn’t feel like it.
Rain falling, rain falling. Rain falling now for weeks, on and off. We don’t believe it. But it is, and probably it’s not so unusual as all that.
The trees don’t believe it either, and they’re all turning too, quite prematurely, in my opinion.
So time spend in, hoovering. Clean the cutlery drawer. Clean the microwave… Jesus, how did it get to be like that? Dogs with cabin fever jump on me.