It’s hot.
Very hot.
My legs are too hot.
My feet are ok, I scrubbed last year’s sun cream off of my sandals yesterday evening and my arms are pretty happy – sticking, as they are, out of short sleeves, but my legs - imprisoned in these black trousers – are mightily complaining.
“Let us out, let us out!” they scream.
Sorry guys you have to stay there until late this evening, unless I drive home in my boxers.
Hmm, might just to do that.
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Please stop with the IT'S TOO HOT -- it's 6 bleeping degrees here. The heat is still blasting in the house. Feather duvets on the beds, Can't put out a single potted flower because I'm worried it'll freeze.
This global warming thing is a mystery to me.
Mx
LIFE is a mystery to me!
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