Another pitiful day. Skies heavy, pouring with rain. Nothing is thriving. The trees are heavy and drooping, wildlife is silent, there are no kids playing out in the first week of their holidays. Cafés are empty, ice cream unsold. Sporting fixtures ruined. Money wasted. Dreadful.
Everything looks sorry. Utterly pitiful.
To think people like this sort of thing. It's perverse.
Conscious this reads like something Morrissey would write but whatever. I'm done with it.