Ditto! And also casting longing glances at the radiators and the electric fire.
And eating more.
dearieme
“And eating more”. Alas, me too.
Monty
August.
And we’re all freezing in Northumberland.
Without a doubt, the rottenest summer we’ve had for some considerable time. Anyone who mentions warble gloaming in my presence will be cast into the 7th level of hell.
I was told as a child that the Gaelic for August translates literally as “the start of winter”. Quite how they tell the difference is not revealed.
Ditto! And also casting longing glances at the radiators and the electric fire.
And eating more.
“And eating more”. Alas, me too.
August.
And we’re all freezing in Northumberland.
Without a doubt, the rottenest summer we’ve had for some considerable time. Anyone who mentions warble gloaming in my presence will be cast into the 7th level of hell.