I'd forgotten how much I hate the heat. It's bloody awful out there - the last few days have been nice and sunny, but now it's like a furnace. I've also been reminded that the British can't dress for the sun, men in cut off trousers and sandals with sleeveless vests, aviators and pork pie hats abound. Huge swathes of lurid white flesh on display as people yearn to burn. Walked the dogs through Clive vale and quite a few people were having parties already - this bodes well for the Royal Wedding, as people are starting to get into the 'drinking in the street is fun' mode. No bunting yet - except on Fairlight Avenue - and the meatheads have put up 'flag of st George' bunting - but that might just be a reaction to the new paperboy looking a bit foreign.
I went into the COOP for washing powder, they only had one type on BOGOF - it was lavender and camomile scented. I expect I shall now smell like a a very old, very dead gay man.
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