I have had no correspondence from May and was wondering if
she had, in fact, passed on my message? As soon as the future seemed to be
getting brighter and the moods and spirits of those around me lifted, it was
taken away and spiralled into an abyss of grey darkness.
June brought us very little in the way of sunshine, perhaps
she didn’t have the winning bid on eBay – it appears that Spain may have won
those stolen moments with the UV rays and warmth. It’s a shame really, I quite
like the sun, it makes everybody cheerful and happy – well apart from one of
those things made out of that frozen creamy stuff, they either melt or get
eaten. I’m not really sure that I would want to be one of those little ice
creams; life would seem a little more unpredictable than that of a human.
Yes my dear July, I am being rather sarcastic. I hope you
understand the frustrations the inhabitants of Britain have. We have had very
little summer so far, and weather forecasts are more depressing as the weeks go
on. I am usually one with a sunny disposition, but I think that must have been
previously sold on eBay to cover the costs of postage and packaging for the
rain. I mean seriously, the cost of making clouds can’t be cheap.
In fact, it has been raining so much that I have considered
taking my fish for a walk – unfortunately, I could not find a lead small enough
to fit around it’s head.
Begging at this point July is not beneath me – please
deliver us some sunshine, for I fear I may emigrate and join the Expats. Please
bring the sun home. Thanks.
Yours faithfully,
Weez
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