I went to Bridlington yesterday and nothing much has changed in the last 40 yrs. If it wasn't for the different cars you'd swear it was 1980. Except it was fucking boiling, which never used to happen.
Aye. Work can frankly do one today, far too hot. I'm sitting inside with the blinds drawn and and back door open and the poor dogs is sleeping, while my son is sitting with a blanket wrapped round him. He's definitely his mother's son.
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