Why? Why I ask you would a northern European submit themselves to this type of heat? Famine and pestilence aside.
When I woke this morning at 5.30am it was
32/90 freaking degrees.
In my bedroom.
In the dark.
This is un-human. Bonnie Scotland, all is forgiven. Plleeeeeasssseee take me back. Either that or I'm moving to Hobart. Pronto.
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Around here we call that August. I hate August.
mmmmmm.... August is starting to move the other side of the wet times here, but not like January and February. June does it for me. I brought on my self, mentioned a couple of weeks ago how much I was avoiding the mild summer.
fool.
total fool.
Kitty! I am sooooo with you girl! On days like this Newcastle, Northumberland seems like heaven!!!!
(over from A Free Man)
:-D
Haha, word verification is 'mists'...not many of those about at the moment.
Hooray for last night's 'cool change'.
We've just booked a trip to Hobart for Easter....long way away but it sounds heavenly at the moment;)
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