As the summer gently fades away, it might be tempting to look up at the skies and cry ‘now is the winter of our discontent', but fear not dear reader – remember there is always someone worse off than you.
As the summer gently fades away, it might be tempting to look up at the skies and cry ‘now is the winter of our discontent’.
As the summer gently fades away, it might be tempting to look up at the skies and cry ‘now is the winter of our discontent', but fear not dear reader – remember there is always someone worse off than you.