Come Into The Garden...
I keep my quill concealed in my boot, just as villains do their daggers
4 July 2006
A very British outlook
'The heat! The heat! Oh, how it burns! Oh, how the sun's rays rage like a thousand fires of hell, setting my very soul alight!'
That is what I would be saying if I had the energy. The heat has made my brain melt however, draining every last vestige of common sense and logical thought from my clammy being. Urgh.
And I am heading further south. With a menopausal mother.
Good God, I wish I was a penguin.
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