15th August. 10.30 a.m.
Wake up to cloudy skies and approximately fifteen degrees which feel like ten. Forget the sun. Forget the beach. Forget the smell of the sea. Forget the colour tan. Forget the fish, the pizza and the kinnie and twistees. Forget.
A shutdown is warranted. At least until the senses have recovered from the shock.
mardi, août 15, 2006
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