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Tjm86

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Bl**dy Typical!
« on: 02 April, 2017, 11:45:10 am »
It's been gorgeous all morning with nary a cloud in the sky.  Just put the washing out and where has the damn sun gone!  Razzlefrazzledagnabbit!   >:(

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Re: Bl**dy Typical!
« Reply #1 on: 02 April, 2017, 12:12:13 pm »
Sorry to hear that Tjm86. It's typical British [soon to be English, Irish, Northern Irish, Scottish, Welsh] weather ie: Crap- with a hint of sunshine. Hope the Sun comes out again soon to dry out your clothes. I blame global warming, geography and those bloody Oceans that surround us! Bastards the lot 'em!!
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Re: Bl**dy Typical!
« Reply #2 on: 02 April, 2017, 12:23:05 pm »

 where has the damn sun gone!


It's here in Sunny Devon. Beautiful day but I'm stuck in work so no chance to enjoy it.

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Re: Bl**dy Typical!
« Reply #3 on: 02 April, 2017, 01:05:02 pm »
Had me worried for a moment - we had the same plan and had to check (sun's still there).

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Re: Bl**dy Typical!
« Reply #4 on: 09 April, 2017, 02:43:43 pm »
Next beautiful day and me blessed mother comes over for a visit!!!!!  Seriously!  I give up! 

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!