The tube has regained its festering stench of human sweat, red sunburnt shoulder straps accessorize every girl's attire, beers are acceptable at mid-day, and nights extend with no coats required. Summer has hit London, by all account for 3 days only, but that is sufficient time for all of the above.
Londoners go crazy for outside space, to place their bodies into the direction of sunlight; parks, gardens, balconies, roof terraces...we will queue for these things and sit sandwiched like sardines, still believing that our spirits are extra high because we're outside and its summer! Becky, Katherine and I balanced ourselves on our 'balconette' for a bottle of wine and a vodka spritzer. Perhaps a little less glam that the barbecued lobsters of Boundary and the swimming pool of Shoreditch House...perhaps a little more chance of falling off a roof, but equally as pleasant for an evening.
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