You see! I told you all wimmin are eeeevil 
Your bloody Mother Nature has shrouded Jersey in thick cloak of grey fog; the real scarey stuff which turns you inside out and eats your internal organs (don't laugh, i've seen the movie). In one fell swoop my cunning plans to travel to the UK and party hard have been scuppered - I shall be lucky if I even leave my house let alone make it all the way to Gatwick airport and beyond.
If the world was in control of Father Nature then I would have woken to a bright, sunny day with the birds chirping. I am sure Father Nature would also have tuned my car and put up a couple of shelves at the same time.
Bah.
I can't believe that, in this day and age of satellite, radar and boxes with flashing reds lights, pilots are not allowed to fly in the fog. Pitch black darkness of night, yes. Murky fog, no.
Happy, excited MRO has turned in to stressed, grumpy MRO in the blink of an eye.
If I ever make it off this island then you won't hear from me for a few days. Similarly, if the plane takes off in the fog and subsequently crashes into a cliff you won't hear from me for a while (until I contact you from beyond the grave mwahahahaaaa). Otherwise, I shall update my journal reguarly with my gripes.
In the meantime, Happy Easter to you all and Happy Birthday to Ciel
Your bloody Mother Nature has shrouded Jersey in thick cloak of grey fog; the real scarey stuff which turns you inside out and eats your internal organs (don't laugh, i've seen the movie). In one fell swoop my cunning plans to travel to the UK and party hard have been scuppered - I shall be lucky if I even leave my house let alone make it all the way to Gatwick airport and beyond.
If the world was in control of Father Nature then I would have woken to a bright, sunny day with the birds chirping. I am sure Father Nature would also have tuned my car and put up a couple of shelves at the same time.
Bah.
I can't believe that, in this day and age of satellite, radar and boxes with flashing reds lights, pilots are not allowed to fly in the fog. Pitch black darkness of night, yes. Murky fog, no.
Happy, excited MRO has turned in to stressed, grumpy MRO in the blink of an eye.
If I ever make it off this island then you won't hear from me for a few days. Similarly, if the plane takes off in the fog and subsequently crashes into a cliff you won't hear from me for a while (until I contact you from beyond the grave mwahahahaaaa). Otherwise, I shall update my journal reguarly with my gripes.
In the meantime, Happy Easter to you all and Happy Birthday to Ciel
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Or you possibly expiring.
I hope things go your way!
Enjoy your holiday!
When he woke up at 6.30, any thought of weather would have been completely erased and replaced with the urge to mow the lawn.
This is the reason for Mother Nature. At least the job gets finished.