‘The sun will come out tomorrow’ Rubbish Day

I was feeling a little out of sorts this morning. It might be the moon. Maybe I’m desperate for rain. Perhaps it was just a lack of sleep and dancing. There’s just never enough dancing, is there? You can all rest easy though because I have pulled myself towards myself by singing a little musical number from Annie and I am now almost convinced that the sun will indeed come out tomorrow.


That’s Charlie. Charlie’s his name, if you please. If you don’t believe me, ask any one of the fleas.


This is Sandy. Sandy’s his name, if you please…


You really are never fully dressed without a smile. You’re never fully dressed…


The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there’ll be sun. I certainly hope so because we really need to paint that gate of ours.



About tracyloveshistory

I have an inordinate fondness for a long time ago. I write about history and my family's place in it; clothes, shoes, war, memory, loss and whatever else takes my fancy. I wear red lipstick every second day and I dress up. A lot. Photograph by the extraordinary Ben Skinner at Arwen Garnentry.

6 responses to “‘The sun will come out tomorrow’ Rubbish Day

  1. This is so cool. I was just wallowing around thinking that the day couldn’t possibly improve and suddenly I saw this post. Awesome. And your front gate is fine like it is.

  2. I need a grumpy neighbor to start a blog “What She’s Doing Now” and chronicle these shenanigans from his front window.

  3. If a lack of rain is your problem we have plenty in the UK. I’ll send some over 🙂

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