Luckily every now and again Mum would make it with stew on
miserable grey days.
It was
a miserable grey day, but that didn't matter because I was going to see Arsenal win a Cup.
Not exact matches
I was thinking the other
day to use the dried rose petals I bought last summer to brighten up the (currently)
grey and
miserable January here in Berlin.
Its a
miserable grey drizzly
day in London, and your weekend post really cheered me up: — RRB - LOVE the blog.