A chair without me in it
Here’s a picture of a chair I wish I was sitting on.
I wish I was at the beach but I’m not, I’m under the eaves, surrounded by architects and wilting. Uck well, it’s the middle of the week and my birthday is not far off. Ahh birthday, let’s eat some nice food, drink some nice booze and put on some nice birthday appropriate footwear.
Everyone in London is wilting. Apart from the fuckers with AC.
