I am staring longingly out of the window, dreaming of summer... And whilst I may still be in tights, with skin the colour of concrete and my hair the muddiest of blondes, the blue sky and sparkling sunshine gives me hope that the seasons are a-changing.
I'm all for trips abroad, (old Ryan(air) and Sleasy(jet) considered two of my closest friends), but nothing beats the treat of a perfect British summer's day and these snaps from summers past have me feeling the sun on my face, the warmth in my bones and the pimms in my hand. Roll on, oh sweetest of seasons...
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