Simple Payday

Fishing for a sunny afternoon, in the winter rain,

As the london drowns, so do the memories of that kind of afternoon,

Cold drinks are replaced by tea and coffee,

Short skirts are overlooked in favour of mocassin and thermal undies,

The houses are cold and the streets have lost their sparkle, everything seems to have been put beneath a giant puddle.

The inside is the way to go, walk quickly not slow, hurry now don’t dawdle, rain as thick and fast as I’ve ever seen, reminds me of a song by that guy Kelly. Gene.

You know my jokes already are lax, the weather needs to take the same advice and kick back.

We need a heatwave not frostbite, c’mon Jack let us go, before we drown under this bleedin’ weather

I want my t.shirt back and to throw this thick jacket away, get me a ticket on the next flight as long as it leaves today,

I want to be in a sunny place having a sing, lying back on a long lounger and nursing a sly grin.

Planning my next move to the bar and back sounds like to much to me,

Nothing but bliss, a book and a bottle of factor 20 Garnier.