So light posting ahead and sorry Francis, I can't agree. It is teeming with life, everything is a vibrant green. The lemon tree that I planted is showing its first fruit. The vine is abundant. The air is warm and alive with birdsong. The mountains are vividly clear now a Northerly breeze has cleared the heat haze. The sea has only a gentle rippling swell. The cold and damp of a bleak day in North Yorkshire? I suppose it has its charm, but no way does it beat this.
Here? Παράδεισος.
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Looks beautiful. Enjoy.
Bit hot though.
But you really wish you were going to be watching the Lions beat the Hairnets this afternoon. Don't you?
Two words: Lucky fucking bastard. Napalm them all.
Bit hot? Nah, that's proper cold that is - hot is 40C. Still better than the Athens of the North mind...
Jezz, was I wrong. When's the next plane?
Well Francis is a bit of a wuss :-)
Cool enough to need a jumper to sit out at midnight.
And Mike ... the text message score updates were enough (enjoyed your Gauche comments too)
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