First day of summer: I have seen more flabby flesh walking through town than I think is healthy. For me, I mean.
Glorious: I walked from a meeting at Charing Cross to one at Haymarket and it's sunny and lovely and I feel that spring has sprung and it's time to get my legs waxed, and do I have any other clothes apart from black?
I wonder.
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