
“Seven hours and forty minutes of daylight today,” said the newsreader at noon. “Great,” I said; “when do they start?”
It cleared up a bit an hour or so later, but this was a grey solstice at the middle of what’s been mostly a grey winter so far.
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“Seven hours and forty minutes of daylight today,” said the newsreader at noon. “Great,” I said; “when do they start?”
It cleared up a bit an hour or so later, but this was a grey solstice at the middle of what’s been mostly a grey winter so far.
Thank goodness for coloured billboards. Onwards and upwards from now on, thank goodness.
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