St. Swithin's day if thou dost rain, For forty days it will remain, St. Swithin's day if thou be fair , For forty days 'twill rain nae mair........oh heck.
click here to read more. It looks like the boat building must begin sooner than anticipated. I must fell a few trees during my holiday and make an Arc, this time I shall take pairs of circus performers instead of animals. Juggling skills and death defying acrobatics must be preserved for generations to come. My boat will sail over the oceans with gasps of "oooh" and "aaah" as bearded ladies parade on deck as I steer a happy course to salvation.
Holiday coming over the brow, one more day at work and it's time to shed the skin of industrial regime and get back to freedom. My favourite part of such a break is the second week when self worth and confidence returns, a realisation that you could do anything you want to do and see a way of achieving such ideals. Sadly, the wind is knocked out of the sails as soon as you go back to clocking on and the monotony and mediocrity of the 9-5 returns.
Right children, listen carefully, you must do your bit for the environment by clicking this link and removing yourselves from junk mail forever more.
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