A couple of years back, I worked with a lunatic woman in Bristol who declared that having Christmas in summer was "all kinds of wrong". At one stage yesterday, the temperature gauge in our kitchen read 28 degrees. I know which kind of Christmas I'd rather have.
The Hound has somewhat of a complicated relationship with the heat, but the two-legged inhabitants were blissing out. Xmas Day should always be this sunny...
The Hound has somewhat of a complicated relationship with the heat, but the two-legged inhabitants were blissing out. Xmas Day should always be this sunny...
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