I'm playing hooky from the world right now.
It's St. Patrick's Day today.
And although I am partially Irish like most of us Yanks, the day is gloomy and miserable.
Reminds me of what weather's like when I am in London. Pissy rain, overcast. Drizzly, cold, and soppy. Distinctly grotty.
When the sun shines, you throw a party...coz it happens so infrequently.
A thought for today:
If you had the luck of the Irish, you'd be sorry and wish you was dead.
You should have the luck of the Irish, coz you'd wish you was English instead.
It's St. Patrick's Day today.
And although I am partially Irish like most of us Yanks, the day is gloomy and miserable.
Reminds me of what weather's like when I am in London. Pissy rain, overcast. Drizzly, cold, and soppy. Distinctly grotty.
When the sun shines, you throw a party...coz it happens so infrequently.
A thought for today:
If you had the luck of the Irish, you'd be sorry and wish you was dead.
You should have the luck of the Irish, coz you'd wish you was English instead.