Tuesday 17 August 2010

Through the blast furnace.

So I went home for the summer. It was so damn hot it was untrue. Seriously seriously hot. And moist. Trully, horrible. C will never let it drop, 'har har, you thought it was hot, har har'. Anyhoot, it was still great. Seeing my grandfolks, or rather, saying goodbye. That was good. Meeting up with friends, family. Having quiet walks around Edward VII park, just chilling, effortlessly. So yeah, all good. Cleared cobwebs, really. Now bak to old Blighty. Getting some driving lessons, and a car! (If all goes well!) Golden Hanshake finnaly kicked in, Gates of Hades, I hate taxes.... But its a gift, so am not saying no! And yeah. If you're wondering, I am still smiling.

1 comments:

joana said...

You should come home more often. Then the weather wouldn't be such an issue, you'd just get used to higher temperatures :)