My mind tells me I am in London; the dreary skies, the non stop rain, everything grey. It is London. My brain also hurts, that nudging knocking that I'll be having a headache when I won't, it'll just hurt a little persistently, but still hurt. But there's no carpets, no central heating, there's nowhere to go.. it's not London. It will be soon, very soon. But not right now.
I love my country, but this thing about people hibernating when it's raining gets under my skin. London... there's always something to do, somewhere to go, I'd be in Camden right now, no matter the rain. I'd get designer clothes for under ten quid there. Or I'd go to BrentCross, it'd be open till six tonight. Here it's so boring, how long am I going to stay under the duvet covers, I don't like staying in bed much, no, not even if there is the hunkiest man who gives you the time of your life.
Maybe I'll catch up on my reading, or try MSN, but this is no Sunday the way I like it... going around flea markets, maybe going to Baystreet where everybody will be closed. This sucks. Roll on evening please.
I love my country, but this thing about people hibernating when it's raining gets under my skin. London... there's always something to do, somewhere to go, I'd be in Camden right now, no matter the rain. I'd get designer clothes for under ten quid there. Or I'd go to BrentCross, it'd be open till six tonight. Here it's so boring, how long am I going to stay under the duvet covers, I don't like staying in bed much, no, not even if there is the hunkiest man who gives you the time of your life.
Maybe I'll catch up on my reading, or try MSN, but this is no Sunday the way I like it... going around flea markets, maybe going to Baystreet where everybody will be closed. This sucks. Roll on evening please.
