Are we there?

Are we there YET?

Are we THERE yet?

Are we THERE YET!!?

are we there yet?


We must be close, surely.

Every morning has started with a glorious sunrise, breaking through the mist.

Every afternoon finds me gazing out of the window as the sun sweeps across the land.

Every evening is slower to end, fading smoothly to grey.

It MUST be the weekend soon, right?

‘Cos if we wait any longer you know what will happen, don’t you.

That’s right, it’ll turn grey, and it’ll start raining and not stop until late on Sunday night.



  1. Apparently Gordon, it’s going to be a lovely sunny weekend.

    Shit, I’ve gone and jinxed it now haven’t I?

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