Saturday, 7 July 2012
Back in the A.U.D.E
Phew, was just on the verge of becoming a species of moss. July was more October in the UK. The shelves of charcoal and jokey BBQ aprons were not selling too well and I noticed how quickly an assistant in Beales was able to lay her hands on a collection of thermal vests for my mother. The garden party at mother's nursing home will have to be indoors, and wimbledon must by now be a peat bog.