Twas a dark and stormy night.
The air was cool, the wind was strong, and the clouds cast an eerie glow.
The street lights were buzzing and flickering.
And Jennie was walking the streets of Wolseley.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, a raindrop spattered against her cheek.
And she turned around and went home.
Too tired for an adventure in the rain tonight.
It is Sunday evening and there is nothing I would like better than to curl up in my lil' bed with a cup of hot tea and a good book.
I hate papers. They destroy all that is good.