..another week of it I think, until the wind changes.... perhaps that little girl above can wave her magic wand for us poor beleaguered cousins, down 'ere...
Oh dear. Once the sun comes out, the clothes come off (not mine I hasten to add, Greenpeace would be scratching their heads wondering how I could be separated from my pod this far inland). Someone ought to tell these women that
A - buying a size 10 and squeezing your size 14 bust and bottom into it does NOT make you a size 10, and
B - freshly cooked lobster is NOT a good look. Especially when you have white strap lines on show from yesterday's strappy top.
Oh, the joys of living in a mining/dorm village and not being one of the yokels. Off to get a bucketful of factor 5000, think I have some vampire in my genes somewhere.
This time next week I'm in Cornwall, staying at Pentillie Castle for a few days - I hope Verdun's wish for rain and cold isn't granted by Fairygirl's Cornish cousins!
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It was so hot I had
to find a shady bit to sit in....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
..currently, 'Iceland' would be a better term... probably warmer there...
There is a cooling breeze over here in the East isn't there?
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
..another week of it I think, until the wind changes.... perhaps that little girl above can wave her magic wand for us poor beleaguered cousins, down 'ere...
Little girl.....
27.....
Waving wand as we speak Salino.......scorchio......
Ta da!!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
...it better work...
Oh dear. Once the sun comes out, the clothes come off (not mine I hasten to add, Greenpeace would be scratching their heads wondering how I could be separated from my pod this far inland). Someone ought to tell these women that
A - buying a size 10 and squeezing your size 14 bust and bottom into it does NOT make you a size 10, and
B - freshly cooked lobster is NOT a good look. Especially when you have white strap lines on show from yesterday's strappy top.
Oh, the joys of living in a mining/dorm village and not being one of the yokels. Off to get a bucketful of factor 5000, think I have some vampire in my genes somewhere.
This time next week I'm in Cornwall, staying at Pentillie Castle for a few days - I hope Verdun's wish for rain and cold isn't granted by Fairygirl's Cornish cousins!
Or tell men that walking along the street with their shirts off is not a good look, particularly if they have a belly hanging over the belt.