Mr Grey Sky

Well it was Grey, 20 degrees, relief, now the sun has burnt through. Still no rain, I feel like a plant except I am not rooted to one spot and can find shade.

Last night was strange, the clouds reflected the town lights and made a peach twilight even at Midnight,  wheres the sea was pitch black.

The Happy Hour for Brits on holiday extends too, well into the night, so stretching time itself for bar crawlers and piss artists who think that is the way to spend a holiday. A Great advert for GB exports, until Easy Jet takes them away and dumps another lot here.

Reminds me of when I lived in Richmond Surrey and the riff raff turned up at weekends to invade the river front pubs, noisy lager louts.

Finesse......................de nada !!!!