Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Actually, it IS full of foreigners. I'm one of them (but maybe Chester has escaped)
Hilary,I've remarked before that I grew up about 30 miles east of Buffalo. Which having lived in Toronto, you know June in Western New York can be like November in Scotland. It left me with a permanent aversion to the Evil Orb in the sky. I'm one of these strange people that gets seriously depressed after too many sunny days. Makes me feel like an ant in the middle of a frying pan.Fall. Bring it on.
Hey, it's nice to have someone appreciate our weather. (But you realise that to be properly English, you need to be able to produce a grumble for all kinds of weather?
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