To Be Honest
The rain is starting to shit me.
Having lived in the country for most of my life I know how important the rain can be.
However, I think the last time Surry Hills had any significant number of farmers was in about 1830.
Of course, I acknowledge the presence of market gardeners in western Sydney, so, please Lord, move the rain a little further west than Surry Hills…
As one who left his flat this morning without closing his bedroom window and has therefore returned to a damp bed I thoroughly agree with this post. Rain… I’m over it.
Yes, let’s push the rain away. Newtown is awful in the wet. I quite envied the girl at Dendy with the very pretty rain boots – I think they had ladybirds on them.
It got to Leichhardt… lovely lovely rain.