British summer

There is something wrong about not enjoying the day out during the British summer, because warm weather with blue skies and cotton wool clouds are hard to find. It's positively wrong but yet I couldn't. I couldn't drag myself out of the house.

Poor baby. She must be so bored. And perhaps she doesn't know, but she could have had much more fun if Mummy is less lazy.

I am sorry for being so lazy. I need to be no longer lazy, I need to fill our lives with meaning. With hard work and also enjoyment, and also rest. For I know the warm summer Breeze will turn into cold chills and cloudy days. It's lovely to be able to wear Sg clothes outside really. But why am I like that? I have to change.