ok there's a threshold with the weather. if it's not too grim you can tell yourself to like it and i did this morning but this afternoon was poring down fugly, and muddy and charlie tipped old bob on his bum and i said sorry, sorry and they shuffled on soddenly, silently, and sullenly. then we went under the train and a guy was crying for an ambulance. then i thought oh the whole world is crying.