Leftwing Idiot and I were coming home in the cab from a particularly long and gruelling day in our unusually hot office. We were looking at the early evening sun bouncing off the buildings we were passing. I said how nice it was that it was a little cooler at last, “Yeah” Leftwing Idiot replied. “But I do love waking to a clear blue sky in the morning”. I nodded in agreement, but a second later ticced, “But it’s blighted by the lamp-post.”
We both laughed quietly to ourselves as we sped back to the castle.