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A small speaker arrived in my house yesterday, which I know I didn't buy because it's addressed to me and not to Lindsay. It's LOUD. I mean, it's the size of a tangerine (and the colour) and it's LOUD. I'm impressed by the improvement in technology since the purchase of the tiny white cube speakers I got about 8 years ago (which I still have somewhere but don't use because they don't recharge, unlike this one.
I CAN NOW LISTEN TO MUSIC IN THE BATH. One step closer to TOTAL BATH DOMINANCE. (Also, partnered with this, which I bought for myself when I got paid, I am fully prepared for every picnic situation, no matter how abrupt, providing I have slightly capacious pockets or a small bag. This state of readiness will, I suspect, be rewarded with "the wettest summer on record" or something).
The point is: ORANGE. I have become very attached to orange and yellow things at the moment as I try to GUILT THE SUN INTO RETURNING.
I CAN NOW LISTEN TO MUSIC IN THE BATH. One step closer to TOTAL BATH DOMINANCE. (Also, partnered with this, which I bought for myself when I got paid, I am fully prepared for every picnic situation, no matter how abrupt, providing I have slightly capacious pockets or a small bag. This state of readiness will, I suspect, be rewarded with "the wettest summer on record" or something).
The point is: ORANGE. I have become very attached to orange and yellow things at the moment as I try to GUILT THE SUN INTO RETURNING.