Sunny sunny day...
I'm perched on a wall in the shade of a lime tree, 'tis an idyllic scene gentle reader, one of soft breezes, warm sunshine, and all round relaxation.
So why, you might ask, am I here ? A question which though it has vexed philosophers for millennia I can answer easily. For this one case at least.
I'm perched on a wall next to my shiny new motorcycle waiting for the insurance company to get off their fat capitalist pig behinds and tell me that my cover is in place to ride home.
Were it not such a lovely day I may have been growing miffed and irritated by now. As is i'm enjoying the gentle sunshine and chilling out under my tree.
Try it, Gentle Reader, it's excellent...
So why, you might ask, am I here ? A question which though it has vexed philosophers for millennia I can answer easily. For this one case at least.
I'm perched on a wall next to my shiny new motorcycle waiting for the insurance company to get off their fat capitalist pig behinds and tell me that my cover is in place to ride home.
Were it not such a lovely day I may have been growing miffed and irritated by now. As is i'm enjoying the gentle sunshine and chilling out under my tree.
Try it, Gentle Reader, it's excellent...