- started off quite warm, then poured with rain,
- then went cold about lunchtime, then rained again,
- then out of the blue big hailstones hailed down, bouncing off the patio outside my window at work,
- followed by yet more rain, and then it warmed up again...
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Who's to blame for all that then?
Maybe it's THOR the God of Thunder, or someone like that.
Yesterday I discovered that the nice grey jacket I bought from a charity shop last year smells like sweaty old men when it rains. Dammit!
Don't you just hate it when a coat or jacket decides to smell? Anyway, how do you know what sweaty old men smell like?
La Coates has truly had a life packed with incident. I would advise caution in asking her to reveal anything from her sordid past.
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