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It is 2.42am. I am sprawled on my living room floor, window and balcony doors flung wide open (albeit with the shutters half-closed in case of mozzies), with minimal clothing and iced water.
Twin trickles of sweat are running down my face right now. I am using my Not Nice Blanket to lean on as I type this, for I would otherwise sweat all over my nice new Ikea stuff.
Can't sleep; mozzies will eat me. Or I'll sweat to death, whichevs.
I have decided: autumn is my favourite season here. It is crisp and golden and I buy endless varieties of mushrooms from La Boqueria market to serve on crunchy toast during relaxed Sunday mornings, whilst the beautiful sunlight illuminates the rooms with quiet, clear contentment.
Summer is rowdy and I dunt appreciate it and I am just so not getting to sleep tonight. I can't wait to go to England. RAIN COME BACK!
(Seriously, if it rains, I am going to go and dance in the street. I have done so before. Ahem.)
Twin trickles of sweat are running down my face right now. I am using my Not Nice Blanket to lean on as I type this, for I would otherwise sweat all over my nice new Ikea stuff.
Can't sleep; mozzies will eat me. Or I'll sweat to death, whichevs.
I have decided: autumn is my favourite season here. It is crisp and golden and I buy endless varieties of mushrooms from La Boqueria market to serve on crunchy toast during relaxed Sunday mornings, whilst the beautiful sunlight illuminates the rooms with quiet, clear contentment.
Summer is rowdy and I dunt appreciate it and I am just so not getting to sleep tonight. I can't wait to go to England. RAIN COME BACK!
(Seriously, if it rains, I am going to go and dance in the street. I have done so before. Ahem.)
