Summer's here. It's twenty-seven degrees in Oxford, I am wearing my favourite light-as-air skirt and my favourite little top, there are no clouds in the sky.
shimgray and I went for a lovely walk down by the Isis, and stopped in a picturesque pub just before Iffley Lock and drank cider, and lemonade with ginger, and watched the pleasure craft and geese
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I am glad you're going with Shim, also. That sounds ... good. I think that is an understatement, but I think that you'll know what I mean; I'm glad that you can share it with him, that you can share all that you are with him, you know? That's good.
Finally, ohgod it is hot. I was not built for this, Iona! It's the humidity I can't stand, the constant feeling of sticky dampness about everything. *sigh* In less humid or cooler places, though, I do very much appreciate the summer; I'm enjoying the beautiful days and the abundance of sunshine and light.
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I entirely concede about the humidity. Dry heat is one thing but humidity, especially inside, is quite another. Fans. Fans are great.
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Don't I blaze trails, on my quiet way through life.
<3.
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