Here it is.
The last day of Summer. Not long now until the leaves die and the days get shorter.
No regrets.
Except one. I didn't get back to King's to swim in the pounding surf.
Bring on Winter I say.
I want to wear bed socks and bad scarves, drink Italian Hot Chocolates and giggle while sitting on the beach, numb from cold.
The last day of Summer. Not long now until the leaves die and the days get shorter.
No regrets.
Except one. I didn't get back to King's to swim in the pounding surf.
Bring on Winter I say.
I want to wear bed socks and bad scarves, drink Italian Hot Chocolates and giggle while sitting on the beach, numb from cold.
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"No. I just got 'get dressed' and 'have shower' around the wrong way this morning" ...
It's all in the delivery, really. Deadpan. Gotta do it deadpan.
Thank you for the story of you and Andy. How people met stories are my favourite kind of story, and I've kinda been spoilt with them a little this week, which is nice.
Hope you're well!
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