Just to prove the point of the volatile nature of English weather:
Lovely view out my window (laundry day, as you can see) whilst reading Beckett's Malloy in bed, the lovely blue sky refuting his grim, nihilist narrative. Then 30 minutes later, I shit you not...
Beckett comes to TOWN. It hailed, it was a torrential downpour...
...for ten minutes. Then it was a blue sky again, just in time for my walk to yoga.
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kira! i love that cotton top hanging in the window. btw--thanks for the warm wishes--it was really sweet of you!
Ahh the joys of spontaneous precipitation. Hope you've had a lovely festive period, petal.
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great picture.xx
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