I'm sure what I'm about to write won't go over to well with some readers. That's fine. I'm sure I sound like a grumpy old man who is shaking his fist. I've come to terms with that. Maybe I just hate fun. Maybe.
The first long weekend of the summer is upon us, and once again I need to complain.
Cottagers punctuate my perfect peace and congest my daily activities.
Once again, I long for the work week to return, and better yet, Labour Day.