It's amazing the difference a bit of Vitamin D makes! For the first time since I've been here, I decided it was finally time to slap on the lunettes du soleil and reveal a bit of leg, as today reached a scorching 27 degrees when the sun actually decided to show it's face. The moody Londoners that I have come to know, those who love a good push, shove and spit and avoid eye contact and smiling at all costs, were magically transformed into a happy-go-lucky population and were out in full force loving life! Grey concrete and brown brick with graffiti glowed with fluorescent luminescence, girls on mass were in bright coloured sundresses, carrying fresh flowers in their bike baskets and the grey grimey streets were lined with stripey deck chairs and beer bottles. Quite a sight, apparently this does not happen very often! I will never take the sun for granted again. I even took the shame and against my better judgement splurged 30 pounds on a bottle of St Tropez (I hope my mother never reads this) this week, fearful my pale skin would not being seeing the Summer rays for a very long time. Skipping down Petticoat Lane in my full fifties skirt (no stockings), I felt very Lily Allen in LDN indeed, before fighting for my patch of green grass in Finsbury Circus amongst the flower beds with my friends, where we spent the rest of the afternoon soaking up sun and cider. Today, I love London!
Sun is in the sky oh why oh why would I want to be anywhere else?
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