Twelve hours
May. 26th, 2011 05:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
...And furthermore, it is an utterly lovely day out there and in any reasonable dispensation I should be sitting in the sunshine with this glass of gin and that book over there. If I'm not working, I could at least be enjoying myself. But of course I worry that if I'm in the garden back yard I'll miss the front door, and the van will drive off with my package. So I lurk within door and blink out at the sun and don't get the benefit. Sob.
Twelve bloody hours. How long does it take, for cryin' out loud?
Twelve bloody hours. How long does it take, for cryin' out loud?