Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Wild and woolly.

Mutterings continued.

Sun comes out, rain comes down in buckets, sky goes black, repeat. Dad nearly got blown away going to the letterbox this morning. I think it's a soup and toast kind of night.

I've just been listening to an astrologer rabbiting on about what the transit of Venus means. Seems that I, as an Aquarian, am going to have a very passionate love life until the end of June. Chance'd be a fine thing! One of the newsreaders described the sight of the transit as looking like an orange with blight.



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