It's colder than a witch's tit outside and bloody raining as well. All I can see from my window are grey skies and miserable people. It's all overwhelmingly sad. It's always sad when people have to do something they don't want to do because they haven't a choice. Money, isn't it? You're go out in the cold and the rain to a place you hate and deal with people you despise so you can bring in a few quid.
And then pay it out the nose again to bloodthirsty landowners just for a bit of shelter over your head. And looking at the cost of food, of the fact they're now selling water in bottles. Seems like a damn trick to me. The lot of it.
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Ah well. I guess I can forget about complaining I want to go home: I look outside and it all feels about fucking right.