The most dreaded of all winter months to be endured in this Country comes to a close in a few hours,it is not so much the weather conditions, for i know there are far worse environment's than here,now.
It is more the mental state inside of me that is the greatest battle to be fought,such has this winter been,not even the rush of snowdrops along the road side has ignited any formula for spring steps,even the dastardly stray daffodils that have begot early, the flower designed by a workers shunt on a Friday session in the pub after ten bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale,for would mother nature really design such a top heavy flower, no wonder Wordsworth was obsessed by them and Billy Bunter ate them by the barrel full,or was that doug-nuts.
Arrh Billy Bunter such innocence..i wonder if he had a large cock..???