think youselves lucky, we have to work in it.
"hello boss it's raining"
"put yer jacket on"
"but it's slinging it down"
"put yer coat on then"
"we can't work in this, it's terrible"
"what address shall i post yer p45 to?"
can't win. grin and bare it and tarmac like mad, and think of next season. hot sun, cold guinness, fast bikes.
ade!