When imagining my personal version of hell, this is it. Endless passes through the local Aldi or Tesco, going up and down the various aisles, constantly having to manoeuvre past people who have no fuckinv spatial awareness whatsoever.
Forgot to mention it but it is so comon that i forget about it and dress for the right weather.
People that pretend to repair phone batteries, charge you £30 and do nothing beyond poking a cotton swab into the USB hole.
They charged you £30 for knowing how to fix the problem.
Cold is better than heat. You can bundle up, get comfy, or otherwise escape from the cold. The heat just permeates everything. August is the worst month because it's the point when summer has worn out its welcome.
Excessive shoveling a feet or two of snow. As the snow is continually coming down over a period. Going out every four hours, even at night. If we don't, it'll turn to ice.
Oh sorry. My neck was throbbing a bit; it was a bit tense. My fingers had this seething pain inside. Like a vein froze, my hands were frozen for a bit. I don't think I have frostbite, but it still smarts.
I just had to do that an hour ago. It went up to my knees. Good thing I did not wear jeans, otherwise I would've been in trouble.
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