Taking the universe to one side, having a quiet word.
It's June, you know, summer? So plz to be telling me why it feels more like bloody November out there? At least we've been spared the tornadoes this time. I hope East Anglian flisters are safe and well.
I smell woodsmoke on thehowling, wind-soaked gales breeze, a neighbour has clearly caved...
I smell woodsmoke on the
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Dry I can live without, the garden was in a state before it rained but cold is no fun in June.