| 00:00 - 00:03 | Jono, the weather is getting worse |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Heavy rain |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | Strong wind and cold |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | The children refuse to continue to The Old Post Office |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | They say it's too wet and cold |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | This rain will blow over soon |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | it'll be blue sky in no time |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | But Jono, |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | The children... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | They have already headed back |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | to Laggan Lodge |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Everyone who still believes in weakness and excuses, leave |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the actual fuck? |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Pathetic, weak, spineless! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | In my day we would have crawled to The Old Post Office in the snow |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Spineless, entitled, lazy. Snowflakes |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | A bit of drizzle and they |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | fall apart like wet biscuits |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Blue skies are coming, I am sure of it |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | Check the BBC Weather app |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | The Post Office has coffee and cake |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | I am not paying £4.75 for a slice of Victoria Sponge |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | We could use it to bribe them |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Fuck the post office. We'll march up to the white house |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | It's a passing shower |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | A minor squall |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | But no, they'd rather sit by the fire |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Sipping hot chocolate, watching movies |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | like a bunch of pensioners in a retirement home |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | A little rain and they fall apart like a deckchair in the wind |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I'll drag the little fuckers there myself |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | They'll be demanding marshmallows and high speed wifi next |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Soon there will be blue sky |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | and glorious warm sunshine |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Cold, wet, windy? |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Perfect walking weather |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | They are entitled, soft, spoiled by iPads and central heating |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | They have no backbone, no spirit |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | A pair of soggy socks |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | and they declare a national emergency |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Pathetic |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | He'll start on about Dunkirk spirit next |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | The white house will be reached |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | height must be gained. Even if I go alone |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | History should |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | remember this day |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | but instead, their whining will echo through the ages |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | They would have thanked me someday |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | when they are strong, hardened by this experience |
