I swear this whole blog is not going to become a moan about Britain and everything else that mightbe wrong in my life but I have to take a second to mention the bitter freezing cold that was my Saturday night. We were on our way to a friends house and had to catch the notorious 493 bus. We stood in the cold for bout half an hour by which time I couldn't sit down cause I was frozen into a huddled standing position. It was by far the coldest night of winter..... which is makes no sense because it is now officially Spring.
Summer, summer where fore art thou summer
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