summer time and the living is... cold.

Welcome, if you've stumbled upon this I'm amazed. So, I guess I better start writing huh? Right, summer in Britain, aka... the rainy season. As I look out the window now I can see black clouds, ready to burst. It always fools you... that slight hint on sunshine glinting through, this provokes the intolerable phrase "it'll get out later!". That's the spirit isn't it? But, it never gets out later, the person saying this knows it won't get out later but still they insist on 'keeping the faith'. You may ask why I have started my blog on the subject of the weather as it seems quite a dull and monotone topic, you're right of course however I felt it needed to be touched on considering the barbecue summer we were promised. So, so far my days have been reduced to finding moderate forms of exercise an watching re runs of top gear. I would have loved to have started this post with a sentiment of dishonesty; I sit in the garden, sipping on a cool lemonade. Looking up to the clear sapphire sky whilst the sausages sizzle on the grill. This in my opinion is how summer should be. At least it should have been like this today when I set out on the most death defying outing of all... the ramblers walk. Now to be fair, it's not exactly climbing Kilimanjaro but you have to face more dangers than wild animals and altitude sickness. You must face the horror's of the charvish council estate, the fumes of the local industrial estate and try not to step in any dog rubbish (for lack of a better word). Well I did survive the concrete jungle (that is after the group leader admitted that she had no idea where we were or where we were going, and half of the group separated... good times). Well, this was the first instalment of an eccentric in training... I hope you liked it. Hopefully it'll get better.

All my love... cat named cat x