Gah, this weather is getting to me. I know, I know, the rain was worse and it's lovely to be able to walk in the country and see bluebells and smell wild garlic and what have you. Only trouble is the heat eats my brain-cells and I can't think straight, let alone write. The photograph? Is my kind of hot. I'm useless with the other sort.
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Ok, you British people, from what I can see it is about 26 degrees over there. That's nothing! We're going to be hitting 28 degrees on Monday, and a few weeks ago it was 34. So stop your moaning, make yourself an iced coffee, keep the curtains closed, and enjoy!
Yes but do you like the sweet boy with the filthy habit?!
Definitely!
Good! I'd hate to think I was alone in the "coffin nail lad" lust.
Also, iced coffee? Cafe Nero's Frappe Latte is the only thing that makes my weekly trip up to London bearable. Yum!
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