...and every morning is Saturday morning. But it all has a price on its head (doesn't everything?). Nevertheless, yesterday was 33'C (which converts to 91.4'F for any fogeys tuning in), with a generous sea breeze (halcyon days) and it was impossible to keep off the beach and out of the sea, which was blood warm and turquoise, deepening fifty metres out to azure blue. I also know that in at least one part of London yesterday it was 3'C, so the ape was glad to be able to be nearly naked.
However, the holiday makers here at this time of year are noisy and the traffic is crazy and the shops and restaurants are below par. But, hey: overall, who am I to complain?
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