To: The Meteorological Office,
London
Sir,
I am, on most occasions, the most equable of men. Stand on my foot and I will smile lamely and apologise. Kill my gerbil and I will explain that he had been feeling unwell, and therefore gerbicide was the kindest thing.
But this morning, I am not equable. I am very unequable. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I
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