I started off in August (which was rainy cold and miserable for most of it) with my upbeat "Well I guess I need to go shopping then!" He he. Ha ha. See how adaptable and funny I am. Summer Jayne summer Jayne... in Sweden again.
The last few days, as September rains and gale force winds descend upon this patch of Skåne, I have been fighting and resisting the urge to even allow 'the weather' into my consciousness. I do not want to spend my whole time here on that bloody subject again. I didn't come here for the weather...
But, as I stood in the bloody freezing windy rainy cold waiting for a bus and the 'no such thing as bad weather' phrase came to my mind the only response in me was:
Bullshit.
There is good weather. And there is bad weather. And there is shit-house weather. This is not the first option.
Ok. It's off my chest and I'm hoping that I will not mention the weather again...
