Another August is here.
I'm sat on me bed in my room listening to Husker Du's 'New Day Rising' whilst drinking a bottle of ale. I'm due to go out in about an hour because Becky is having leaving drinks.
I'm waiting for the washing machine to finish.
It's funny, as soon as you hit August, it seems you shift quickly into the second half of the year. Autumn is just a few steps, and even Christmas doesn't seem like the mythical beast it did yesterday.
Clouds. Skies. Humidity.
