I was born one morning it was drizzling rain
Fighting and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion
Ain't no high tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
A rainy day in the Land of the Rising Yen. Good morning, all. I hope the sun is shinning (or will be) where you are. Here it's drizzle, drizzle, drizzle, and I have a million and six chores to do around town. So it's a hearty breakfast that's needed to fuel the day; Taylors of Harrogate's Yorkshire tea (I figure it always rains in Yorkshire) and a bowl of muesli with yogurt should get me through until lunch time...
Stitchawl