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Yup. The weather this month has been a complete bag of dog’s cocks. I got up this morning after a fairly crappy night’s sleep and saw the grey and the cold and the wind and thought “fuck this” and got the Brompton out instead. Rode from London Bridge to Stoke Newington so at least the wind was behind me but I had three layers and long gloves on. I missed the showers on the way back tonight but I had a headwind all the way. It’s almost June, ffs. Sick of it now.
I've held my tongue for ages now but, this wind can fuck fuck fuck right off now, and take the rain with it. I want to commute in sandals and a wife beater .