FUN IN THE SUN

When I woke up this morning I immediately realized that something was wrong.

I looked through my room trying to find out what has been bothering me. 

Was something missing? Or was there all "hangover-ish" a tiger in my room? 

Suddenly, it fell like scales from my eyes. 

I had recognized what was wrong. I had identified the error. 

The sun was shining through the curtains.

The SUN was actually shining through the curtains. 

What the heck? 

I was looking forward to a rainy weekend where I could stay in my sweatpants all day, drinking hot chocolate (with marshmallows!) and not leaving the house without having to feel guilty about it. 

Now, as I am having a hot chocolate with marshmallows while wearing sweatpants I feel like a lame, lazy and unworthy sloth buggering around. 

I don't even like sun. 

Sun makes you do stupid things like wandering around a park watching oh-so-happy couples taking pictures of themselves in front of trees and flowers and any other sort of brushwood. If the worst comes to the worst they would even ask you to take a photo of them kissing in front of some green stuff, not stopping to kiss even after the picture is long taken so you would awkwardly stand in front the couple holding their phone waiting until they are deign enough to release you.

Sun makes you do stupid things like going to the beach watching oh-so-buff muscleman "casually" flexing their abs. 

Sun makes you do stupid things like tanning, which ends in a painful bright red catastrophe every time I have tried it.

Is is honestly too much to ask for a rainy weekend in England? 

Well, I guess that it is Mrs. Sun herself giving me an answer to that question by shamelessly stroking my face and blinding my sight. 

I have certrainly never been dissed by a luminary before but I guess that there is a first time for everything.