Spleotch!!
Wawazat?
Summer has landed.
Believe.
Life as we know it will now be lived in boardshorts and slops, bikini's and microskirts...which isn't so bad.
The sun will rise at 2:45 a.m. and set at 11 p.m. Or at least, it will feel that way.
Those cruel little White Eyes will tweet merrily away in the undergrowth a full hour earlier than is humane.
The sweat will drip from 7 a.m. (shuddup you aircon-dwelling larneys).
Sunburn. Seatburn. Melted tar. Heat haze. Thunderstorms (praise god!). Cicada beetles. Ice Cream Cones. Surf. (yeah!) Easterlies. (damn.) Holidays. (yebo!) January. (grrr.)
Such is life.